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The Clinton Rules

 

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Yep, it’s been awhile since I posted but I’m still here.

This is my favorite pic of Hillary, taken while she endured eleven hours of mindless grilling about Benghazi from Rethugs on the House oversight committee. Which proved to be yet another nothingburger ginned up by her enemies. These piles of aery substance date back to Bill’s presidency, when he was accused of running drugs through a tiny airport in Arkansas. I kid you not.

Then there was Vince Foster, and Whitewater, and the vandalism supposedly done to the White House when the Clintons left it. All nothingburgers.

The Clinton Rules dictate that anything the Clintons do must be read by the press as suspicious. Famously, she used a private server when she was Sec/State, just as Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice had done before her. Powell is now denying that he suggested to Hillary that she also use a private server, and the press has taken his word for it rather than hers. I want to shout at my teevee:  “And you’d rather believe a man who lied to the UN in order to get us into a war of choice?”

And now the AP is trying to make something out of the e-mails dredged up by the FBI and leaked by members of Congress.Which amount to another nothingburger. (If you don’t believe me, read Matt Iglesias’s take at Vox, which ably dispels the wishful thinking in the AP piece). (http://www.vox.com/2016/8/24/12630586/ap-response-clinton-foundation).

Now the press is crying for the Clintons to “shut down” their Foundation. As if this were even possible. James Carville pointed out all over the teevee dial yesterday that if they close down the Foundation people will die–people to whom the Foundation delivers AIDS meds, food and clean water, and other medications. As Carville put it, the job of the foundation is to take money from rich people and give it to poor people.

Is that maybe why the Beltway pundits hate the Clintons?

Now Trump is about to go on trial for fraud, and he is playing fast and loose with his campaign funds (demonstrated, for example, by his failure to donate money he raised for veterans TO veterans). Do these issues and the other fishy Trump deals (like not paying people who work for him) get equal time in the smear machine? Nope.

I could go on but Goddess all of this is tiring. Sometimes I wonder how the Clintons manage to get up and go to work every morning, knowing that anything they say or do will probably generate bad press for them.

But Hillary is both tough and smart, and she sure is resilient. This afternoon she gave a barn-burner of a speech about Trump’s racist screeds.With any luck, that–along with his about-face on his immigration policy–will suck up all the air/space for awhile.

PS: Sassy is doing well. I remembered that she used to eat the calming food that had been prescribed for Inky, and that she became unable to keep food down shortly after I took her off that food. Put her back on it, and she’s been fine ever since. Seems she had a case of the jitters, or whatever it’s called in Cat.

 

 

 

 

Sassy Update Too

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAYesterday I took Sassy to the emergency vet because all through Saturday she vomited every time she ate, no matter what I gave her even in small portions (those just produced a smaller spot on the rug). I hoped that the emergency vet would give her a nausea suppressor and some famotidine, which, as all heartburn sufferers know, mellows a sore esophagus.

They gave her the shots I requested and hydrated her, but not before they insisted on x-rays. They took the very same shots my own vet had taken the previous Wednesday. Their radiologist said “there’s nothing in her stomach.” That is, no hairball. At first I was jubilant–wow! no surgery! Then I realized that this assessment disagreed with that made by my vet. How will we reconcile these diagnoses? I worried all the way home as Sassy meowed her indignation at being pawed (ha ha) by vets twice in five days.

She was fine during the rest of Sunday and happily ate the chicken and rice prescribed for her by the emergency vet. But this morning she barfed it all up.

Does this mean that Sassy has an obstruction somewhere we can’t see? Does she have some other disease like irritable bowel or, heaven forfend, pancreatitis? But no, that’s probably not the case because her blood work is fine.

Sorry to whine like this. But I’m living with a very sick cat and nobody seems to know what is the matter with her. So far I’ve spent $1200 trying to find out. (That seems even more outrageous when I type it). I hope to talk to my vet today–I’ll keep you tuned.

Sassy UpDate

I can’t remember whether I told the immense audience of this blog that my remaining cat, Sassy, is a sweet girl who, unfortunately, has an enlarged heart. Hence her interior workings are somewhat fragile.

So when she began vomiting Tuesday evening, I took that as a very bad sign. Luckily, my vet was able to see her on Wednesday on a drop-in basis, so Sassy was at the clinic during a long morning. Turns out she has a huge hairball in her tummy. If she can’t get rid of it naturally, the vet wants to consider surgery.

As Trep might say, Yikes! That’s an enormous risk with a kitty who has Sassy’s ills. Let’s hope she can pass the hairball by herself. I’ve got voluminous instructions on how to feed her (small servings six times a day;  soak dry food in water) and orders to give her lots of Laxotone. I also asked that she be shaved (again) in hopes we could mitigate her intake of fur.

I brought her home late yesterday afternoon, and she was my shadow through the rest of the day and last night. She’s not a cuddly cat, but she likes to stay close. She seems much better this afternoon, wanting to play, so the feeding regimen may be working. Let’s hope so.

The prognosis for a kitty with an enlarged heart is not good, but I’d been hoping she would overcome that somehow, just as she overcame abandonment. Keep your fingers crossed. (Sorry there’s no picture;  I haven’t transferred the photo files from my other computer yet).

Just Like Old Times

Had dinner Saturday night with old friends and some new ones, too. The companionship was warm and the food good.

Happens that every one of my five dinner companions is a Mac user. I don’t remember how we got on that topic while we waited–and waited–for seats (the very popular restaurant doesn’t take reservations–sort of like New Orleans, only hotter). I was chid, once again, for my allegiance to the PC, which everyone agreed is far inferior to any Apple product.

Well, folks, my momma taught me not to say what I really think while among friends. So I smiled and nodded graciously while the assembled Mac snobs extolled the virtues of their machines.

On this forum, though, I can and will point out that (a) Macs DO NOT play great games like Skyrim or Fallout, in which regard they are outclassed even by the lowly X-box;  (b) while Macs are nice to look at, my new red Falcon DRX ain’t nothing to sniff at in that department;  and (c) I am an old fart who has become sort of fond of her thirty-year-old practice of bitching about Windows, which is most always at hand as a conversation starter.

And yesterday I learned to my surprise that Windows 10 is a pretty good OS (compared to its earlier iterations at least). I decided to install Fallout 2 on the DRX, just to see how things went. Now Fallout 2 was issued during the last century–1998 to be exact. So my expectations were not high as I put the disc into the optical drive. Viola! its start page appeared bright and clear (and the right size) on the screen, and installation went smoothly. Fingers crossed, I opened the game, and there it was: full screen, clear bright music and voice, vivid browns and grays–just as I remembered it. And the DRX is FAST–the loading times I recall from back in the day are gone with the wind.

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If you are old as the hills, like me, you may remember that Ron Perlman played Vincent in “Beauty and the Beast” on teevee, opposite Sarah Connor-er-Linda Hamilton. He also narrated the early Fallout games, and his opener became a meme for awhile: “War. War Never Changes.” (You can hear him say it here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IIGA8CSzNQ). His delivery of the lines was as chilling yesterday as it was when I played the first Fallout game back in 1997.

I installed a couple of mods that Fallout fans have lovingly crafted over the years, and Windows swallowed their hefty bells and whistles with nary a gurgle. I also learned during that process that Windows 10 does not hide things from its users. From Vista through 8, one had to hunt through the very bowels of Windows’ hidden files in order to discover where it had stashed things like saved games. But no longer–yesterday the saved games popped up in the Fallout 2 folder, right where I wanted them.

So I am a happy camper. Even if I don’t have a Mac.

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Bad Moon On The Rise

Just now heard that Trump has asked Russia to find Hillary’s “missing e-mails.”

Let’s set aside for the moment the fact that Trump has now committed treason.  (I’ll get back to that point when I calm down).

Let’s get clear about these missing (ie deleted) e-mails: Hillary claimed they were personal, involving planning for her daughter’s wedding, among other things.  Now I grant that this mess could have been avoided had Hillary set up a separate system for work-related e-mails when she was Secretary of State. Her bad.

But who does that? From about 1990 until I retired in 2008, I used the e-mail services provided to me by the several universities for which I worked during that period.  It never occurred to me to keep a separate account (and a different machine?) for “personal” correspondence.  Aside from the inconvenience of maintaining two systems, how can I make the distinction between personal and professional when corresponding with a student who wants advice because she  is being harassed?  When writing to a colleague who is unhappy with an administrator and who has contacted me for advice about what to do?

In such cases one must trust both that the system is relatively secure and that people with whom one works are not interested in snooping in each other’s business, personal or professional. When I got new computers or left an institution, I copied the stuff I wanted to keep, deleted the rest, and then got help from tech people to make sure traces of everything had disappeared from the hard drives.  Some institutions, in fact, insist on this.

Now I realize that Hillary’s professional e-mail was often sensitive. From what I understand, though, her system was no more, nor no less, impervious to serious hackers than was the system in use at the State department. The federal government has been starved of money necessary to upgrade security for years (by the Rethugs of course). If this is true, Hillary was wise to set up a separate server, JUST AS COLIN POWELL AND CONDOLEEZA RICE HAD DONE BEFORE HER. IOW, this was common practice among Secretaries of State.

So one can only be suspicious of Hillary’s deleted e-mails if (a) he thinks that she was engaged in something nefarious while she was Secretary of State or (b) he is an entitled nincompoop who knows nothing about how offices work. I’ll give Trump the benefit of the doubt (here) and pick “a,” assuming he’s on a fishing expedition. The press seem to be shocked by his claim. Let’s hope it stays that way, and that the only people who are taken in by his outrageous babble are the rubes he has already got on his side.

 

 

 

Pout and Shout

The delegates who supported Bernie are trying to disrupt the Dem convention by shouting louder than anyone else, drowning out the speakers.

I wonder how long these entitled little shits would have held out when Mayor Daley unleashed his baton-wielding cops and attack dogs.

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