Learning about life

Hi, Everyone.

I have been remiss and lost in work. This year has gone by especially fast with new responsibilities. I love it and don’t shy from challenges but I am glad that I now have the time (to take a day off) and share my thoughts in a random fashion.

Cecil the Lion has made me realize a couple of things. If you don’t know the story you should definitely google it. It has amazed me in the public outcry has been so negative and in a sense people have been flagrant in their distaste of him with no care for the other people (like his family) that are being caught in the crossfire. I asked my friend about this and she emphatically told me, “No, he is the one that put his family in this situation,” and that is what stays with me. We all should have an obligation to the people around us, that love you and you supposedly love to not do things that would negatively impact them. Killing (call it what it is) impacts people no matter what.

So 1) all of this blowback, etc, really is his fault and 2) it is hard to think about killing something that you have pet before.

A few years ago my husband and I went to Thailand and in Chiang Mai we went to Tiger Kingdom. We had the opportunity to pet a few of the tigers. But when I heard this story I thought of being able to touch such an amazing animal and the complete sadness that this person didn’t see them that way and chose to make it’s death a defining memory.

Something for me to remember and document I guess, especially since I will be able to go back to Thailand in 2016. I can’t wait!

tablet cover challenged

Ugh, I feel like I need a degree to put on a new cover for my tablet so I don’t have any smudges. Two of the last three skins that I bought made me feel retarded. I had to turn it off completely, recruit my husband to help me, watch a video, wash my hands, spray a liquid that they provided me to put it on to my tablet and then squeegee it on. Only to do it incorrectly and have to buy another one that proved to be just as difficult (although it did come out a little better). I have finally given up and will be getting my moshi cover from AT&T. So far it has made me the happiest, but if it comes with a squeegee and spray bottle of liquid I’m going to shoot myself.

George Carlin, one of my heroes . . .

George Carlin’s last comedy special, “It’s Bad For Ya.” on HBO in March 2008 and his ending commentary (there’s swearing because I wrote it verbatim). Pictures added (to make a point) and found via the web.

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“. . . . Folks, I hate to spoil your fun but there’s no such thing as rights, okay.

They’re imaginary. We made them up, like the Boogie Man, the Three Little Pigs, Pinocchio, Mother Goose, shit like that.

Rights are an idea. They’re just imaginary.

They’re a cute idea. Cute but that’s all.

Cute and fictional.

But if you think you do have rights let me ask you this, where do they come from?

People say, “Well, they come from God. They’re God-given rights.”

Oh fuck, here we go again. Here we go again.

The God excuse.

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The last refuge of a man with no answers and no argument, “They came from God.”

Anything we can’t describe must have come from God.

Personally, folks, I believe that if your rights came from God he would have given you the right to some food everyday, and he would have given you the right to a roof over your head.

God would have been looking out for you.

God would have been looking out for you, you know that?

He wouldn’t have been worrying about making sure you have a gun so you can get drunk on Sunday night and kill your girlfriend’s parents.

But let’s say it’s true. Let’s say God gave us there rights.

Why would he give us a certain number of rights?

The Bill of Rights in this country has ten stipulations, okay.

Ten rights.

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And apparently God was doing sloppy work that week because we’ve had to amend the Bill of Rights an additional 17 times, so God forgot a couple of things like . . . slavery.

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Just fucking slipped his mind.

But let’s say God gave us the original ten.

He gave the British 13. The British Bill of Rights has 13 stipulations.

The Germans have 29.

The Belgians have 25.

The Swedish have only 6.

And some people in the world have no rights at all.

What kind of a fucking, goddamn, God-giving deal is that?

No rights at all?

Why would God give different people in different countries different numbers of different rights?

Boredom?

Amusement?

Bad arithmetic?

Do we find out at long last after all this time that God is weak in math skills?

Doesn’t sound like divine planning to me.

Sounds more like human planning.

Sounds more like one group trying to control another group.

In other words, business as usual in America.

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(Dorothy Cooper – The widely publicized case of 96-year-old Dorothy Cooper, of Chattanooga, who ran into problems seeking a free photo ID to vote under a new Tennessee law . . . . Side note: In 2008, Hamilton County voters cast 74,417 ballots. This year, with 100 percent of precincts reporting, only 37,844 voters cast ballots. Timesfreepress.com news article on March 7th, 2012; Dorothy Cooper, woman in photo ID snag, finally gets to vote.)

Now, if you think you have rights, one last assignment for you.

Next time you’re at the computer get on the internet. Go to Wikipedia. When you get to Wikipedia, in the search field for Wikipedia I want you to type in Japanese Americans 1942, and you’ll find out all about your precious fucking rights, okay.

All right. You know about it. You know about it.

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Yeah.

In 1942 there were 110,000 Japanese-American citizens in good standing, law-abiding people, who were thrown into internment camps simply because their parents were born in the wrong country. That’s all they did wrong.

They had no right to a lawyer, no right to a fair trial, no right to a jury of their peers. No right to due process of any kind.

They only right they had?

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Right this way into the internment camps.

Just when these American citizens needed their rights the most, their government took them away, and rights aren’t rights if someone can take them away.

They’re privileges.

That’s all we’ve ever had in this country is a bill of temporary privileges. And if you read the news even badly you know that every year the list gets shorter and shorter and shorter. You see how silly that is.

Yeah.

Sooner or later the people in this country are going to realize the government does not give a fuck about them.

The government doesn’t care about you or your children or your rights or your welfare or your safety.

It simply doesn’t give a fuck about you.

It’s interested in its own power. That’s the only thing keeping it and expanding it wherever possible. Personally, when it comes to rights, I think one of two things is true. I think either we have unlimited rights or we have no rights at all. Personally I lean toward unlimited rights . . . .”

R.I.P. Mr. Carlin and thank you for putting the special into HBO Comedy.

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Finally Home

So we just got back to Hawaii 2 1/2 hours ago.
In immediate retrospect I have to say that this trip was as positive as I could have hoped. There was a little frustration here and there but nothing that became too big.
Also, all we did was travel really. We bounced from one location straight to another so the plane ride home felt like another bounce (so to speak).
So to nail it down by day, I’ve done it this way:
Day 1-red eye into LA. Drove to Riverside.
Day 2-pick-up truck in Long Beach (Squire and Cameron).
Day 3-shopping for family dinner, road trip and supplies.
Day 4-drove to San Diego. Went to Zoo. Drove from San Diego to Eloy, AZ.
Day 5-drove through Sedona and a couple state parks up there. Stay in Flagstaff for the night.
Day 6-drove to Grand Canyon. Stayed in Albuquerque, NM.
Day 7-drive to the Billy the Kid Museum in Fort Sumner. Stayed in Roswell for the night.
Day 8-checked out the UFO museum. Stayed in San Antonio (3am arrival).
Day 9-went to the Alamo. Stayed in Houston.
Day 10-drove to Mandeville, Louisiana.
Day 11-drove to New Orleans. Visited the museum. Back to Mandeville.
Day 12-went to Kleiberts alligator farm. Back to Mandeville.
Day 13-check out swamp people area. Back to Mandeville.
Day 14-drove out of Louisiana, passed Biloxi, Mississippi, Mobile, Alabama, to Jacksonville, Florida.
Day 15-checked out a few houses in Georgia for my sister to rent. Back to Jacksonville.
Day 16-drove from Jacksonville, Florida to look at some houses and then to Atlanta, Georgia.
Day 17-fly back to Hawaii via Atlanta with a stopover in Seattle.