From the East Wing, With A Mad Cat, 2Happy girldogs, VP & The "F" Word, Stargazing, Dirt Digging Hillbilly

Greetings to all, and welcome new friends to the East Wing.

“ Hell hast no fury like a cat scorned”. “Few things in life are more dangerous than a scorned cat. The cat’s scorned. Sophia’s on the war path and looking for democrats all. She doesn’t have to put on the war paint, it’s built in and ready, and now the cat’s ready too. Hell hast no fury….

Sophia tells me that for a full year she laughed at and ignored the democrats on their health care thing. Knowing full well it effected people only, not cats. Says she even made fun of the whole thing, took it all is as just a people joke. The cat was wrong. On page one thousand nine hundred twenty three of two thousand seven hundred ninety six pages, the second paragraph on that page identifies how the Veterinary Health Care Program is to be rationed out under, as Sophia puts it, “the democrat disaster”.

All Veterinary Medicine is to fall under the new system. All those currently working in the field of Veterinary Medicine are to be mustered in as Federal Employees no later than May 1, 2010.

To ensure that the utmost care and consideration for all of God’s creatures is guaranteed, the President looked long and hard to find the most qualified of all candidates to head up these extremely vital social programs. After close to a year of deliberation, and the weeding out process of candidates from across the nation, the President has selected the Rev. Jessie Jackson the person appointed by the President to head up the Feline Division of the Veterinary Care Administration. The Rev. Jackson’s official title is the “Cat Czar”.

The Rev Jackson will occupy office spaces in Chicago, on the south side of Chicago, the baddest part of town, in an area formerly controlled and occupied by a man named Lee Roy Brown. The Rev Jackson is expected to set up shop in a South Side Cat House. With his background and experience in such matters, President Obama has expressed this confidence that the Rev. Jackson to do quite well in a Cat House. Sophia is furious. She swears retaliation for those responsible for such atrocities on the American Cat Nation.

Sophia said, she, as the official spokes cat for the NRCCC (National Republican Calico Cat Conference) she will carry the message from cats across the country directly to the White House, that she will never tire until the people’s White House is occupied by a good cat, not a democrat.

As the NRCCC Spokes Cat, Sophia said the she considers President Obama the most worthless piece of democrat crap to ever bubble up through the bowls of a corrupt Illinois political system, even more crap than the former governor Milorad "Rod" Blagojevich and the current Mayor Dailey. The cat does come on strong, from time to time, when she lights up the war paint.

She tells that all cats are now required to purchase their own Veterinary Medicine Insurance before the first day of summer 2010. Cats not in compliance with the VMIP (Veterinary Medicine Insurance Program) are to be rounded up and subjected to a micro chip implanted in their brain, which will allow satellite monitoring anywhere on earth. Any cat seeking medical services without being enrolled in the VMIP will be disposed of from the office of the Cat Czar by remote control under the direct orders issued from the White House, which is the enforcing authority of the new Veterinary Medicine Care Law.

What really got Sophia’s goat was when she found out that all Registered Republican Calico Cats are to be assessed and additional 15% surtax onto their VMIP, due to a democrat funded research study in 2008 which established that Republican Calico Cats have a higher blood pressure than democratic girldogs and as such, are a higher health care risk as they are more apt to require health service from any new system.

The 2girldogs have no problem at all with the new health care system, they are quite pleased that the President has named Rev. Al Sharpton the director of the Canine Division of the Vet Care Administration. The Rev. Al and the Canine Division of will be enshrined in the new 500 million dollar Vet Care Administration complex in the heart of Detroit City. Rev. Al’s official title is “Big Dog of Detroit” The Detroit City complex is a small part of the administration’s plan to revitalize the intercity of America, starting with downtown Detroit.
As for the requirement to purchase dog health care insurance, the 2girldogs qualify for the government assistance program, and as such they will not be required to pay for their own insurance coverage, that means Sophia will have to subsidize the 2girldogs’s insurance. Just another reason the cat’s blood pressure boils.

Sophia says the health care law is the first step that our government has taken to mandate how we spend our money. The Pup Baby says “what money, I don’t have any money”. Then Sophia told the Pup Baby a story ‘bout a fellow in Europe many years ago, back in the 1800’s who had an idea ‘bout how things should work with everybody living happy ever after, with the government taking care of things for all. I believe she said his name was Marx, I think she said his first name was Carl, ‘cept he spelled it with a K. She said he summarized his approach to society in the first line of chapter one of a book he wrote, called his book his “Communist Manifesto”, wrote that book back in 1848: "The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles."

Interesting that the cat would bring up such a topic in light of the fact that our government has in effect taken control of 1/6th of our economy, after taking control of the banking, insurance and American automobile industry all in less than two years. And all the while increasing the national debt fourfold without as much as a whimper from many. A change ya can believe in? Sometimes you’re wrong in what ya thank is right.

How’d like Joe Biden laying the ole F--- word on worldwide TV? Now I’ve never been a Joe Biden fan and make no bones ‘bout it, but that one stepped over more than a line. That stepped into the realm of national embarrassment. And to compound the issue, the President condoned the language, when the next morning is quoted as saying “the best thing about yesterday was Joe’s comment”.

When the Vice President of the United States lays the “F” word on the President of the United States and the President laughs it off, how can society expect a cleaner language from anybody. I expect to next hear the “F” word from the President’s own Press Secretary, after all, if he allows his Vice President to use offensive language, I’m sure there will be no objection for the Press Secretary using the same words as the Vice President uses in public.

In fact, the President has rewarded the Vice President for having quick wit in coming up with such an appropriate introduction for the health care bill signing into law, the President has appointed Joe Biden to become the “Language Czar” and expects the Vice President to come up with a listing of inappropriate words which will be illegal to be spoken by any citizen under the age of 40. The Vice President is expected to complete his list within 5 years. Or when voted out of office, whichever comes first. The Vice President indicated that he may rely on the Rap Music Industry in a consulting capacity.

Five Billion Dollars of the Stimulus Money has been made available to properly fund the work of the “Language Czar”. Language consultants don’t come cheap.

A few weeks ago I proposed no one use language that ya wouldn’t say to your mother or grandmother. I still sick to that proposal. I gotta, I still take my mama to lunch every Friday at Richards of Toto, and today, this Palm Sunday, I also took mama to lunch at Richards of Toto. It was during the small talk time at the table, that time between placing the order and the food arriving, that mama said “Did ya happen to hear what the Vice President said on TV the other day?” I said “yes mama I heard”, she said “if you’d ever say something like that in public, I’d make it a point to slap your face on live TV. I’d call channel 22 from South Bend and have ‘em come down just to show the world that in the Howard Family we don’t go for that kinda dirty talk.” I hope Joe Biden never meets my mama in person, she may decide to dish out her own form of justice delayed.

With the passing of my brother-in-law, Ed, I’ve just been reluctant to unpack my telescope and star gaze. For those who may not know the story, Ed gave me the telescope as a Christmas present a few years ago, and we talked a lot ‘bout stargazing. Ed had a great telescope but for the last several years of his life, health issues prevented him from stargazing. Well, I had marked on my calendar some time back the date of March 25th.

March 25th was to be the best time to look at the planet Mars this year. All the conditions were just right to allow the best view of Mars. March 24th I woke to bright sunshine, and I’m thinking it’s gona be a great day, and it was. The 25th, I woke to the rain and dark foreboding clouds. On the way to work, I’m listening to a weather forecast that don’t hold out much hope for clear sky at night. Last Thursday night was cold and cloudy, really cold and really cloudy. I must have gone outside 10 time over the course of the evening just to see if there was any chance of a break in the clouds. There was none, oh well, there will always be another night, another time to gaze at the stars. Particularly since the latest estimate of stars in the universe just increased by at least a billion, a billion estimated new stars added to the ones we already estimated about. Ya can’t help but wonder, how can ya miss a billion stars? That’s a lot. Summer stargazing with warm breezes, I’m looking forward to stargazing with my adopted grand boys and girl. We’ll stargaze on the north deck come the summertime.

Gray Lady James, the Captain of the 2girldog team, seems to be demonstrating signs of extreme old age. The Gray Lady came to me one day in November 1999, starved, abused and pregnant. I gave her food shelter and a warm place to have a baby. She had one baby in January 2000. The Pup Baby, Mustina James. And now there are signs that the end of the Gray Lady’s life is drawing closer. I’m glad all good dogs go to heaven. She’ll laugh and she’ll play in heaven, and wait for her Pup Baby.

I’m amazed at how many people buried animals in the summer time just for something to do. ‘Bout half my email last week referred to doing just that, and as usual the other half was email to the cat. It’s kinda funny, but I can rant and rave all I want and very few will take the time to say anything ‘bout it one way or the other, but let Sophia the Republican Cat say something and I then spend 3 or 4 hours the next week answering her email. Damn Republican Cat!

Even with the cold of last Thursday night, it’s getting SOOO close to dirt digging. I love digging in the dirt in the springtime. Something ‘bout dirt digging and planting a garden, must be a hillbilly thing or something, ‘cause every year toward the end of March, I’m looking to dig in the dirt.

I love to plant gardens, they never grow very well, but I sure do like to do ‘em. Maybe this year things will grow differently and I’ll have major corps in everything I plant. Done that upside down tomato bag last year. Wasted $19.99 and the tomatoes didn’t work in the bag as well as in the big planters on the pool deck. Maybe that’s why the other day I saw one of those upside down tomato bags for sale at the Dollar General Store for $5.00 Oh well, at least I didn’t buy two last year. I almost did.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan,

From the East Wing, With a Mad Cat, 2 Happy girldogs, VP & The “F” Word, Stargazing, Dirt Digging Hillbilly.

I wish you well,
BobbyRay