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My Memorial Day
I used to think the same thing about Mr. Tillman. I was thinking that maybe he was using his celebrity to his advantage, he would be a super-hero when he came back, and perhaps write a book, earning scads of money. But in reading a bit about this guy, I think he really cared. I read about his decision to enlist early on, and when I found out he had died, it was really awful. These are the kind of people you can't believe this happened to, and it makes it all the more real. And you, wanting to pay for that couple, restored my sometimes waivering faith in you. And you referred to your dog as "doggie". Awww.— May 27, 2009 7:08 p.m.
Holding Tight to Friendship
Hey, Magics, did you realize that you and your fellow posters are published in the hard copy Reader? They print comments on the writer's blogs, and you, refried, SDaniels, and lallaw have all been in there. I have, too!!— May 27, 2009 7 p.m.
The Idiotic ACLU
All of my gay friends have said the same thing to me. "Do you think I would have chosen to be gay if I had a choice?" They deal the deck they have been handed, with grace and dignity. Eventually, this will be in the history books, along with Brown v. Board of Education and every other horrible event that inspired someone to stand up and say they will no longer tolerate it. The sooner we recognize gay people as just people, the sooner we can put this to rest.— May 27, 2009 6:49 p.m.
Idiotic Football Players
They don't shoot them. They euthanize them. I don't go to the track. I used to, until I realized I was being a hypocrite if I condone one thing and shun another. And I stand by my decision, after seeing a terrible accident at Del Mar and the horse being taken off the track in a sling attached to a tractor. It was horrible. We later learned it had died. By euthanasia. Horse racing has improved in regard to the treatment of its out to pasture horses, but they are too high strung to be pets and typically the end is not them frolicking in a field full of fertile mares. I know about this, too, refriedG. My mother and her second husband had two harness horses. Both raced at Monticello in New York.— May 27, 2009 6:37 p.m.
The Hunted
I see no happy median. You kill. For fun. There is the rational part of me that wants to say "well, if you haul your kill home, skin it, eviscerate it, butcher it, and then wrap it into tidy pieces in white paper, along with the organ meats being utilized for whatever purposes deemed necessary for survival, then freeze it to last you a certain time", then by all means, carry on. The rub lies in the fact that you don't have to, and I doubt, by your own admission of queasiness, that you ever have, other than the kill shot. Maybe you haul it home. How good that must make you feel, to be sent out for "more meat", you being selected as the killer de jour. By your own admission, you eat the meat of other animals felled by your friends. You buy meat from sustainable sources, then claim you hunt because you disparage the way animals are raised in the name of agriculture. Therefore, you do this for fun. Also, for a sense of belonging to something. There is also the attention you receive from being a female hunter, and being a champion of shunning the norm. Your numerous references to your Sacramento Bee article speak for themselves. As a woman and a feminist, I am not proud of you. I find you pandering to a certain male mentality of slaughter that makes you stand out as a maverick amongst us less-informed "girls". I've shot a gun. I hated it. And it certainly did not make me feel like one of the boys.— May 25, 2009 3:49 p.m.
The Hunted
You say on your website one of your quests is to "combat misperceptions about hunting". I suffer no such misperceptions. I have a difficult time reconciling "love and respect" for animals with wanting to "become good at" killing them. To each his own.— May 24, 2009 4:04 p.m.
Holding Tight to Friendship
Wait, can I be in on this reunion? I want to meet you all. I am having a birthday party for my husband in August (50). My house, pool, tiki theme, fun fun fun!! Maybe, if you are all here you could come? And Josh could crash it!!!— May 23, 2009 5:02 p.m.
My Mother's Day Gift
Awesome, magics!! I was reading the comments and thinking "what's wrong with it?". Then I realized that originally it was posted in non-stanza form!!— May 23, 2009 4:54 p.m.
Idiotic Football Players
You are so right about breeding for specific purposes. Dogs like German Shepards and Dobermans were actually service dogs in both World Wars. That ferocious image lingered and once dogs were more commonly used as pets as opposed to "junkyard" dogs and such, there became a certain machismo attached to owning a certain breed, all of them associated with being able to kill.— May 23, 2009 4:10 p.m.
Surfers and Sunset at the Pier
Wonderful!! Today would be great day to get your camera out and shoot some OB HD!!— May 23, 2009 3:57 p.m.