Friday, October 3, 2008

May I call you Sarah? By Toni Maita





I had to steel myself before I was able to watch the V.P. debate last night. I knew what to expect, and I knew that I would be angry and offended before the evening was over. I must say that Sarah Palin did not disappoint me.

May I call you Sarah? (wink)

Sarah, you were completely true to form last night. I knew that you wouldn’t make the same truthful blunders that you made with Charlie Gibson and Katie Couric over the past few weeks. Indeed, you were well prepared by the heavy hands of the GOP to grease the American public with your brand of obsequious blathering that only your “base” would be electrified by. As you prattled on about “hockey moms”, “Joe six-pack” (whoever the fuck that is referring to), and “white flags of surrender”, you sunk to a new low when you failed to acknowledge Joe Biden’s thoughtful moment when reflecting on his own personal losses.

Your body language was cartoonish at best, kind of like a Barbie doll on meth. Who advised you to present yourself in such an obviously shallow and ridiculous way? We’re you winking at me Sarah? Don’t wink at me! In that moment I wanted to reach my hand through the TV screen and bitch slap you. You’re more smug and condescending than Dick Cheney, and that’s a major accomplishment, and truly terrifying.

Did I really hear you right, Sarah? Did you say that you wanted to expand the power of the V.P.? Is that what you think that I want to hear? Who advised you to take that position? Have you completely snapped your cap?

I also wondered Sarah, whether you would really answer any of the moderator’s questions. You danced around those questions like a cat on a hot tin roof. May I call you “Maggie the Cat”? (Wink) Clearly you have something to hide Sarah, and it’s little to do with your lack of national experience. You are a rapacious, power-seeking politician, who would lie to me, and to millions of others to suit your own power hungry ego.

Sarah, you do not represent me, my views as a woman, or my views as an American. I happen to believe that you are no maverick (whatever the fuck that really means). I know that the Republican Party has led this country to the depths of despair, vis-à-vis the Iraq war, and to a near financial meltdown of our markets through deregulation and neglect. I happen to know that the policies that would be put forward by the McCain administration would only fuel that flame. You can spew the same lies over and over again about the democrats and their leadership; it doesn’t make it any more true or real. I think that you need a reality check Sarah. (Big wink and smile)

Furthermore, stop injecting “God” into everything Sarah, especially when you’re speaking to a truly national audience. It just makes you look scarier that you really are—or perhaps you really are that scary. Anyone who injects religion into politics has no basic understanding of what it means to be an American. Did you have a “brain-fart” Sarah? Did you know that there are registered voters in the country who are not Christians? Has that ever occurred to you, or any of the other self-righteous fuckers who would blend God with politics, and somehow degrade that into a litmus test for patriotism?

Do you realize that you effectively alienated the large population of gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgendered people as you uttered the words “tolerate”? Sarah, what United States of America are you living in? It’s certainly not my USA, and I am ashamed that you would say that you are representing “Americans” on that stage last night.


I really don’t need to remind you of your performances that were broadcast on the nightly news over the past few weeks. Clearly, you were more “you” in those interviews, than you were during last night’s rehearsal for the Miss America pageant. (Head cocked, smug smile and a wink too>)

I used to believe that I could “tolerate” John McCain, should he be elected to the Presidency, but Sarah, you have effectively soured me to any notion that I could ever support John McCain now.

Nice work Sarah. (Wink)

In memory of Flame


Shalimar Dolce's Burning Love CD "Flame"
June 19, 1994 - September 29, 2008

Dear Moo

I can't believe that you're gone. I will never forget the day that we brought you home from Tom and Jocelyn Lewis' house. I held you in my lap as Vaughn drove us home, and I held you up and starting singing, " a dinky dinky dinky, a dinky doo doo". I laughed at smiled and wondered at you, and I always will.

Remember when we tried to show you when you were 6 months old? Ha ha! You really didn't think much about that, and we decided that it really didn't matter about that championship thing. You did go on to earn your CD, and in your own inimitable style, you slayed me. When you were going for your third leg during the sits and downs, you assumed the "frog" position and began wagging that splendiferous tale of yours, and you smiled and beamed for the entire exercise. I thought that I would bust up laughing, but I bit my tongue, and we got that CD! I was so proud of you Moo!

You produced 3 beautiful litters for me, and beside me sits your daughter Leia from CH Ashford's Saffron O'Reilly. Leia went on to produce the grandchildren and her children the great grandchildren still living in my house today. They always paid you all the respect and deference that you deeply deserved. They are your living legacy Moo, your shining stars.

Moo, you were such a comedian, and so good natured. I can't ever remember you ever having to correct anyone in our house, except to bare your teeth at an annoying puppy in your face, and I KNEW that it was all for show, almost comical really. You were sweet and loving beyond words my old Moo. One of the greatest things about you, was that you were so musical. I will always cherish the arias that you sang for us. It cracked me up the way that you would be lying in the kitchen or down the hallway, and suddenly I would hear your singing, or "mooing". I'd come in the room and there you were, laying flat on your belly, tail wagging wide and slow.

It was so hard to let you go today. Until the end, I was really in denial about it. It's so hard to make that kind of choice, but I could finally see it in your eyes, and I knew that if you could talk, you would have said "mama, I feel like crap. I am so sick and tired, and I don't think that I can go on much longer. Don't feel bad mama, because you loved me so good and so completely, and I'll always be watching over you and papa."

Moo moo dog, those were some awesome 14+ years together, and you will always be in my heart, and deeply missed by me and papa Greg.

Love always,

Mama