As a person with strong ties to hippies, and artists, and environmentalists, and feminist groups, the LBGT community, and social and economic justice groups (I know. That is code word for “Commie” according to the talk show host we shall not speak), as well as a sociologist, I am considering getting back out there, and helping to recollect our coalitions: Some of us have scattered in the wind, out of, yes, perhaps, fear, but what we have felt also as our liberal Tucson roots fading from lack of donations to our various non-profits, as well as the silencing that can come, when, yes, “hate” is closing in.

We have a very well respected Public Defender here, Isabel Garcia, that has received her share of death threats along the way. I want to share some of her “voice”, her professional experience and “facts”, a long term resident of our community, a friend of Giffords and Grijalva, a colleague of Judge Roll, a Mexican-America, an immigrants rights advocate, a lawyer that has had, and has had to have, a strong relationship with Pima County Sherif Dupnik, and, I will add with pride, a woman who has bought a piece of my art from a series that explores Matriarchal Consciousness.

Stand with us, in spirit and thoughts, no matter how painful and tiring it might be, for all of us, at this time to continue to hear about this tragedy that has affected our city and nation, and yes, the desperate need that our country desperately needs for civil debate and dialogue. I really hate to say it, but, yes, we very well might indeed be the ones that we have waiting for. That is a Native American prophecy that was spoken in the primaries. It was actually a saying of hope, that I heard and was reminded of in 2008 by Dennis Kucinich while standing at his rally at the YMCA in Tucson, Arizona. You, know, maybe, it just might be, Tucson, AZ, that we all have been waiting for.

This article and Isabel’s comments will say it better, express what we have been experiencing, in our, and to our community, well before the mass killings of a week ago today. Arizona Shooting Means We Have Reached the Limits of the ‘Normal’

Her positions in defense of immigrants makes her a favorite target of Tucson’s radio shock jocks and local Republicans — and Democrats — whose rhetoric and denunciations fueled, she believes, the numerous death threats that she herself has received. “Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before things blew up even more. The anger and fear have become ‘normal’ here.”

I had some good days fishing while rejuvenating from two or more years of blogging some good days and bad days with some really adventurous Democrats that so desperately seek to get their party of FDR back for our country. My best day fishing was actually between the Upper and Lower Mesa Fall that I referenced in my previous post. We did not go down the volcanic boulders to fish below the rainbow of the falls. We opted for a new adventure.

Wes and I hiked at least three miles between making our own path, returning from our new exploration, and fishing a new terrain. We discovered, as we have now named for trips to come, The Beaver Damn: The Beaver Damn named for me by Wes for my affinity to beavers, named for me this year as I was the one that recommended a new location into a new journey, and The Beaver Damn because it was right in front of a beaver damn where we had our good day fishing.

We were required to make a long descent and trudge back up a hill that offered us no path. “Do you want to try to get in from here?”, I asked. “Your guess is as good as any. It was your idea”, Wes replied. “Maybe up here a little further”, Wes added. “There looks like a small cliff-face down there a ways.” I looked and he was so right.

I trudged back up that path, somewhere near that path, maybe, as there was no evidence from the thick brush as to where we had descended. “Kinda looks familiar”, we both agreed. After at least 6 hours of hiking and fishing and discovering new fresh water springs along the way, I began the journey back up with a couple of good “keepers” in my fishing vest. Damn, the extra three or so pounds made a big difference in going up that hill, beyond just the fatigue of the good day fishing, and beyond just trudging up a hill.

While fishing The Beaver Damn, I pondered a few times as to why fish would pool near a beaver damn. “Do beavers eat fish?” “Fish aren’t stupid”, I thought to myself. Then later, on the trip back to the car, I asked Wes. I knew he would get a kick out of my playful query. The ride back home was filled with a day of fishing excitement, the fish that got away, and homo jokes that often only homos can get away with.

Wes has been in a relationship with his partner for over 20 years and my partner and I are going on 15. We called each other in elation once we returned to our homes, and our families and the lives we have made for and with each other and all our extended family, with more adventurous joy and the long-journey shared news. “Did you hear about Prop 8!”

Wes and I actually did loose several fish right at our feet that fateful day of fishing. Wes and I had both had some to get off right when we went to grab them. Wes had one that would have been the largest catch of the whole trip. We whined at the time, knew, of course, that people would just say, “Oh what a fish tale”, and actually had a reality laugh on the way back as to how heavy those fish would have been to get back up that hill.

Anyway, my fishing trip was good. I replenished on fresh new springs. I had registered from a 12-year (Commie) Independent to a proud member of the Green Party a while back when they were establishing their new platform of the Green New Deal and with plans to present it in front of a statue of Eleanor Roosevelt. I knew my registration would sink in more as I stepped away for a bit from the good and bad days blogging to journey into nature.

It has sank in fully. I am completely back to living my political principles and lifestyle and career based upon those principles. I will continue to help my FDR peers in anyway I can to help our country return to some hope, for something, that maybe, can give us all some hope, somehow. I will try my best from outside of the Democratic Titanic to help our country.

I am going to be moving on now to new adventures from all the blogs where I walked up and down some boulders with some really adventurous people during the last couple years. No offense. Really. But I am sick of the majority of Democrats. Politicians and now after the last couple of years the majority of people who vote Democrat, and call themselves Democrats, and endorse the lesser of two evils by continuing to vote “Democrat”.

I am proud that I am ending my blogging with Democrats who established this blog based upon the principles of FDR. I have been proud to be with people that are indeed Wired Left. I guess I am Hardwired Green Left now or whatever these labels mean. Green Eggs and Ham Sam I am. Oh, my last day fishing was on the good day though the next day still offered us one more day to fish. Wes and I spoke about it over our morning coffee and agreed, “Let’s leave it with the good day of fishing. Who knows what today would be like.”

This has been a good day blogging. I participated in confronting a “dirty works” shill, and what many once considered a staunch supporter of gay rights, who seems to be somehow, maybe, who knows anymore, trying an attempt of, maybe, who knows anymore, to make amends for his participation in “the dirty work” for his endorsement of Obama, and being, I would think one of the ones on the “professional left” that shoved a faux progressive down our throats, hook, line, and sinker. Who knows what bullshit the “professional left” might try to choke Democrats on tomorrow. Catch a fish and throw it back half dead! Sport fishing!

My spirit rejuvenation place is located about an hour from the West Entrance from Yellowstone. Tucked away in scenic spot in Idaho, also about an hour away from the Montana border, sits Upper Mesa Falls. In the pic above, this would be looking down on the falls from about 500 feet above.

I fell in love with so much when my dear friend Wesley showed me the spot. As we were standing there at the tourist lookout, the first time I saw it, the first time I had been to Idaho, he said, “Do you want to go fish it?” My eyes got big in excitement and horror. The journey to the bottom of the falls is over and down volcanic boulders.

After, perhaps, 35 minutes or more to slowly get down, with fishing gear in hand, you are greeted by a natural spring that you would never know is there from above. Numerous springs flow into the river in this stretch of the Snake River. I always look back up as I am sitting there enjoying my spring water and think, “Oh my god, what have I just done? How am I going to get back up?”

About that time I hear a faint shout over the roar of the fall, “Fish on!” Wes has already got his line in the water. I jump up, grab the net, run the 80 or so feet down the river, over more rocks, to help land the fish, if Wes can hold on and if he really had one in the first place. I often get to be the beginning and end of a few jokes when I am there. Or, more than likely, Wes was just prompting me in his way to get up so we could go journey together.

Either way the companionship of excitement is rejuvenating too. To know his own wide-eyed middle age eyes have been on me when I caught my first rainbow trout has been much to fall in love with. To know his watchful eyes have been on me when I lost my footing on a slippery rock while fishing in the river has been an unspoken safety net. To know I can allow myself another human being and nature to soften my often hardened resolve is much to fall in love with.

About 8 hours later after hiking and fishing and exploring and savoring the river, I’m back at the same spot enjoying my spring water and the day and Wes and Mother Nature. Then I look back up and say aloud, “How the hell am I ever going to get back up?” I have said this for at least seven of these fishing trips now, and Wes has always answered, ‘You’ll be fine. It’s not a race. I’ll carry your rod.” The short conversation is always spoken as if we have never had it before.

I leave for the cabin where we stay at the end of July to fish and hike along all the numerous hidden spots on Henry’s Fork of the Snake River that Wesley has found throughout the years, and some we have now discovered together.

I have not been to my rejuvenation spot in more than two years now, a promise I broke to my friend Wes since I engaged in political blogging. I had never allowed another person to tempt me into the codependency of not fishing. Though I have allowed a couple along the way to tempt me with excitement and sometimes horror to journey down canyons that were not always guaranteed a rainbow over a waterfall.

A bad day fishing really is better than a good day blogging. Chasing rainbows in the politics of other people’s lives and the nature we all depend on is often just not worth the carefully thought out footsteps, volcanic boulders, scattered springs of rejuvenation, and wide eyes of excitement and horror of what have we done and how we are going to get back up.

Many of those decisions to leave a major party are not just made on the emotionalism that often comes with social equality issues, that just happen to get pulled out in every major election cycle: It is immigration reform or lack thereof this year if no one has noticed. Seems the Democrats would have overturned DADT by now as their ace in the hole.

Whether one agrees with the economic theories or not, many of those decisions to leave the Two Party System are made on the practicality of economic principle that posit they can provide people more economic thus social choice in the long run.

Obama and this Congress have not so much thrown his so-called base under the bus as we are hearing more liberal pundits and Obama voters say. The Democratic Party as a whole has thrown a greater percentage of what used to be the Democratic Party base under the bus. For example, some Democrats still believe that Medicare and Social Security is not just a Democratic ideal. It is the Democratic Party.

Many of those people that voted for Obama really were progressives. Many that voted for Hillary really were progressives. Many were fully aware that neither Obama or Hillary was no Bernie Sanders, but both were seeking an alternative to a right of center nation. Both were seeking just to get back to center. The people that thought we would be left of center after this Democratic reign were just delusional.

A growing percentage of progressive Democrats have now woken up to the reality that they were had. It really no longer matters who woke up first. Once you realize you were had, you are now pretty much on the same page. The economic policies began to reflect and just further confirmed that corporatism was not what we were fighting for.

The talk of usurpation by our founding fathers was not about private property being taken over by communal property. It was about the movement toward and establishment of an oligarchy, or what a few are now coming to understand as Corporatism.

A few still call it Fascism, now mostly thrown at Obama, but the term was thrown at Bush as well. Both voices are incorrect that Obama and Bush are Fascists. The founding fathers worried about, not so much a dictator, but a dictatorial economic system that can only be established by the government as a whole.

It mattered not what party was in power then or now, because it was the power of policy as a whole that could only make that happen. If a dictator is created, it is not the evil genus of just one person that figured out how to usurp an entire system. It takes the power and force and votes for policy by all those in political power. A corporate personhood vote that trumps the vote from a person is the very epidemic of economic and social injustice.

Take the Bank Bailouts as just one example. It took the power and force of our government backed by corporations joined with the power and force of corporations backed by our government to make that happen: Hence the term corporatism. Corporatism was forced upon the people, because the reality was that such powers had created an economic system that really was Too Big Too Fail.

The practical attempts by Third Parties are to try to force the parties that have departed from their core principles to remember the core principles. A Government bailing out capitalism was not what the Republican Party was founded upon. Their failsafe was bankruptcy. A Government bailing out a corporation was not how the Democratic Party grew. Job creation through public works program was their failsafe.

Privatization of Medicare and Social Security will never be the way to get back to the core economic principles of the Democratic Party. The Democrats new health care bill is nothing more than the Medicare and Modernization Act of 2003 on steroids.

Democrats just extended the privatization and misuse of tax dollars to the greater whole, and on the backs of a woman’s right of personal choice and economic equality within that very same health care system to boot. But when Bush came up with tampering with Medicare and privatization of a percentage of Social Security or raising the retirement age and his 11th hour conscience clause, oh the horror!

While Republicans scream “socialism”, the farther left scratches their head as to how misinformed Republicans are. While Democrats say, “We had to start somewhere” even if that meant not even a public option, the farther left scratches their head as to how misinformed the Democrats are. But, we not only scratch our heads, we know and are heartbroken that the very thing we, and our Constitution, warned us of is settling in to stay.

The people no longer have monopoly capitalism to fight for or against or just some meager public option to fight for or against. The people have the economic system of corporatism. The sooner that the public understands our newly grounded economic system and begin to call it by name, perhaps the sooner they will know the real enemy created by both Democrats and Republicans.

The far left was not so impractical to think that socialism would overtake America that was founded on private property. We were practical enough to know when the real enemy rears its ugly head, the people, as a whole, would not know how to fight it. The people would be in a real state of fear of knowing that something has gone terribly wrong. Revolutions, not against the oligarchy that put them in this position, but each other, get started in such ways.

I think there were more Third Party progressives that came back for 2008 to push from the left from within the system than what many Democrats realize. Does it really matter that we push from the left from without or within the system? Can’t Democrats work within and a Green or Independent work without to achieve the same goals? Isn’t it really progressive policies that both desperately want our economic and social system to reflect?

Sometimes from the outside looking in, from someone that has been working with Democrats and looking from within for the last couple of years, it really does appear that Democrats and Republicans alike fear the rise of Third Party more than they do each other. Apparently fear wields power: Democrats and Republicans use it in every single election cycle.

He is on the airwaves again, slipping in the “problems in the past” with Gibbs, but now saying “this is brilliant”. The Carnival is back in town to remind the little people that a protest vote against a Democrat Donkey is “voting for a policy”. Step right up folks. We’ve got our guilt-trip Midterm talking point: A protest vote is a policy vote.

Little Long Junior needs to recall his schooling in Louisiana Democratic Party Politics. Though HPL did like his campaigning, Long took his populism quite seriously.

After Roosevelt’s election, Long soon broke with the new President. Aware that Roosevelt had no intention to radically redistribute the country’s wealth, Long became one of the few national politicians to oppose Roosevelt’s New Deal policies from the left. He considered them inadequate in the face of the escalating economic crisis. Long sometimes supported Roosevelt’s programs in the Senate, saying that “[W]henever this administration has gone to the left I have voted with it, and whenever it has gone to the right I have voted against it.”

I couldn’t help but notice that James presented no “policy” change in the ABC interview to take away the subsidies from big oil and give them back to the poor folk. When we hear Obama making speeches about taking on big oil and he slips and says Standard Oil instead of BP, we will know who might be fooling around with his teleprompter.

Democrats are being ushered once again to the Unity Pony Merry-Go-Round. Can anyone spare a dime?

This is of course a fairytale, but a fairytale that the little BOP that thought it could so desperately wishes it could relay in just one of the numerous hearings and “investigations” as to why it failed to be the failsafe it was not designed and configured to be in a deepwater drilling environment that is known for large reserves of methane hydrates that have historically built up in this geologic region and naturally release their pressure straight from the ocean floor. The little BOP would bring so much deeper meaning to the term “Whistleblower”.

The little BOP might spill the whole kit and caboodle of methane hydrates and say, “I am not to blame. You all are. What were you thinking when you passed The Methane Hydrate Research and Development Act of 2000? I quote from an update from the Government Affairs Program American Geological Institute”, the little BOP continues:

There are technological problems that must be addressed before methane hydrate can be economically and safely extracted. In its natural state below permafrost or under the seafloor, methane hydrate is a solid and cannot flow up the drill stem. Recovery methods, such as steam flooding and depressurization are centered around causing the methane to sublimate, which enables production as a gas. However, expansion associated with the phase change of methane hydrate to methane gas has historically been a hazard to oil exploration and production. For instance, the escape of methane gas to shallow depths has been responsible for the disappearance of whole rigs from the induced liquefaction of sediment into which they were secured. Methane hydrates are also thought to be responsible for some massive submarine landslides.

The little BOP chugs on, “I submitted this for the record weeks ago, along with the amendment to the act, and the follow up legislation from 2005. Not one of you has brought it up today. Mr. Lamar McKay cannot even say the word ‘methane’. ‘Don’t know the specific fluid’. ‘That particular fluid.’ That ‘very unique fluid.’ ‘Learning about the fluid’.’ ‘No one could have predicted.’ A research crew from the Gulf of Mexico Hydrate Research Consortium funded by the Department of Energy sits within eye shot of the explosion, videoing their research of capturing methane hydrates straight from the ocean floor. Even with massive amounts of government research, Mr. Cohen doesn’t even seem to know or can’t bring himself to say exactly what ‘froze’.”

Gaveling for dear life and trying desperately to talk over the cheering proletariat, the chair yells, “We will tolerate no outburst! The BOP’s time has expired. The BOP’s time has expired. We will take recess.” When the hearings begin again, the little BOP, that wanted to be the hero to control one of the most abundant sources of fossil fuels that the public seldom hears by name and greatest forces of Mother Nature that has ever existed on our planet, was only to be found on live cam serving no purpose than to be an image of something to blame.

If a BOP on land or sea could talk, it just might ask what exactly were the 33 rigs that are affected by the drilling moratorium going to explore. Where oh where and in what deepwater formations were its little BOP buddies going to be? And would the Q4000 drilling and intervention vessel need to intervene on their behalf if the moratorium is lifted once its contracts expire with BP?

Perhaps contracts with industry and the government and Helix Energy Solutions for design and fabrication of a “toolkit” to help with methane hydrate control will give its little BOP buddies a sense of safety that one day they might not be the ones to blame but the heroes that bring our environment and economy the abundance of what has disarmingly become known as clean-burning natural gas. We–think–We–can, We–think–We—can,” says government and industry: Methane Hydrate: Future Within our Grasp.

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I actually have more contempt for the terms that are being used to try to explain what McChrystal did than what McChrystal did. I was actually most offended by his aid using the term “gay” like a 6th grader on the play ground.

“I’d rather have my ass kicked by a roomful of people than go out to this dinner,” McChrystal says.

He pauses a beat.

“Unfortunately,” he adds, “no one in this room could do it.”
With that, he’s out the door.

“Who’s he going to dinner with?” I ask one of his aides.

“Some French minister,” the aide tells me. “It’s fucking gay.”

Team America! Fuck Yah! Obama could take the lead on that and run with it and overturn Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, but my guess is that he his going to take the lead that was handed to him on a silver platter and get really, really mad and threatened to take McChrystal and turn him over on his knee and give him a big spanking on his fanny.

I actually smell a Rahm fish wrapped in newspaper somewhere in all of this. I can’t figure out if it is a rubber fish and McCrystal is in on it, because someone has to take the fall so Obama can finally, one day, over the rainbow, be inaugurated into Commander and Chief and be just fine with growing into his angry Blackman at the same time. Black Power! Hello.

I’m an angry white women, i.e. bitch, and as we all know Bitch is the New Black. We established that in 2008. No? I digress, kinda. But that should sum up what I thought about the commenter on Huffington Post that was blaming McChrystal’s contempt, in his spread for Rolling Stone where his chorus line boys opened up a can of pouty-lipped-finger-snapping drag queen, on racism anytime someone is mean to Obama. That’s just gay.

Like Cinie wrote the other day about spinning the news, all this stinky dead or petroleum-based rubber fish just happens to fall in the week that has no scheduling for the Gulf where there has been ample notice that Commander and Chief has been AWOL. We need a leader now! Well, maybe, this will work. Fire McChrystal!

But then again this could be a real fish sent to James Carville so he will stop talking that smack that “Obama is not acting like a leader, but hint hint we know who would have been.” But then again James and Rahm are friends in the DNC game. Chicago Machine v Louisiana Machine. Pretty good match up if you ask me.

“McCrystal said good things about Hillary. She must be sabotaging Obama like we all knew she would.”

“Hillary had Stan’s back during the strategic review,” says an adviser. “She said ‘If Stan wants it, give him what he needs.”

But, then again, McCrystal just might be willing to fall on his sword to get out of his role in a war that cannot be won. Either way it is really gross the extent this Admin must go to Manchurian up Obama into a Commando and Chief.

Either way the Veal Pen are idiots for plastering “insubordination” all over their front pages. This does not meet the legal definition. Rahm gets a fancy word to the use-to-be anti-war crowd (use-to-be when Cheney was Commander and Chief), and they run with it.

The sheep print and twitter a military term as they are at the same time being herded toward the gates so they can get another load of antibiotics shot up their butts. FOX news will be all over the misuse of such a fancy military term before Primetime.

As now confirmed, while many of us libtards were running around to educate ourselves on military lingo, the actual legal lingo for Article 88 military code stuff, is contempt. McChrystal could be charged for contempt for snapping his fingers at the President (in the long-awaited centerfold spread in Rolling Stone that was teasingly released with teaser pics and tantalizing quotes four days early).

That the liberal rags even needed to throw out the “insubordination” military code thingy, is kinda fishy to me. Do we really have to take it farther than the contemptuous wrong that McChrystal did to get Obama to step up to the Team America plate?

I’m going back to needing a Commander and Chief in the Gulf where there are real dead fish.

It not only makes him impotent as a leader, but he castrates himself and snips at the fortitude of, especially, the left that is desperately seeking to hang on to fortitude of principle and action in a right of center nation.

He has reduced the left into a walking on eggshells state of not doing. The irony of such a state is the epitome of the status quo. He disarms what is, at least for me, the empowering bliss of “Fuck it. Call me a socialist. Well so be it.”

In comparing Obama and Bush, I have come to the conclusion that the Bush administration did the game so much better: Primarily because they did not do it as a game. They accepted the leadership fate of “Damned if I do or damned if I don’t.”

Of course, I did not agree with the bulk of the Bush administrations’ doings, but they did it, and it was often a blatant “Fuck you” to boot. In no way am I saying that there should not have been and there still should not be a sincere attempt at undoing what was done by the Cheney Administration. (Attempt and sincere were the key words in that sentence.)

Obama has not done a damned thing in that department except not doing what, as a leader, should have been done. And, he doesn’t because, I don’t know, he might be damned by, I guess, Republicans. That is all I can figure out on that not doing and undoing. Well, of course besides he would be way left out of corporate personhood donations in 2012.

Obama does not have what I think is a trait of transparency that enables someone to grow into “Fuck it.” He neither does or don’t. That trait of lack of leadership bugs the heck out of me. He not only appears to avoid being damned for his doing, but he reeks of the desperation to not be damned.

I have some blissful respect for the person that gets to the enlightenment of, “Fuck it.” I deem such a person as emotionally honest. Somewhere along the fine line they evolved past the aggression of “Fuck you.”

One can still be in the “Fuck you” phase whether they say it aloud or under their breath, and in my opinion, Obama is the type that says it under his breath. And, that makes Obama a classic passive-aggressive because he will not take on the responsibility of being damned.

Fuck it says, “I take responsibility for my actions, because, well, I am damned if I do or damned if I don’t”. It is a simple philosophy because it does not say, “Fuck you for damning me.” Which I hear as, “If you weren’t damning me I could get the job done.”