Political Nutrition

Guns don't kill, people do. Know what I think? I think that statement makes me physically ill. People kill people with guns. People will kill people with other weapons given the opportunity. Just easier with an assault rifle. More importantly, why are we excusing it? Why are we making weapons to sell to civilians on the open market? Why are we making weapons at all? Why the hell do we live in a society that fights evil with evil? Why do we make movies that glorify mass violence? When life imitates art, we blame individuals. We don't stop and ask ourselves why our art is so violent or disturbing. Nope. We fall back on freedom of expression. Violence sells.Violence is good for the economy. I haven't listened to the 911 calls. I can say with certainty it would be far too disturbing for me. You can if you wish here, but please this is not for children or anyone with a speck of humanity in them: Shooting in Aurora 911 tapes Ask a gun seller. He'll tell you he's j...

Nope. That's not how long they've been politicians. It's based on their own vow to be the party of no. As any parent will tell you, the average age for this kind of behavior is 2.6. Though really it never goes away entirely. But if we're good at our jobs, our children grow and mature and use the word only when necessary. Not just because. Back to the GOP. Which stands for Grand Old Party. Wait! Old? Huh. Coulda fooled me. Ask any 2 year old. Want to play outside? No. Want to play inside? No. Want to play? No. Want to nap? No. Want to eat? No. Want to do anything at all? No. Wanna do nothing? No. Hmmm. And so the frustration begins. From the time they don't want to wake up in the morning until the time they don't want to go to bed at night, your average toddler will say NO more than 150 times. Just like our GOP elected officials. Why? Well let's see... hmmm... what could it be now? The single most important thing we want to achieve is for Presiden...

For those who came looking for my vacation hell blog, due to my sister's concerns for my well-being and her inability to believe that anyone could be so ridiculously ignorant that they couldn't find my blog if it were printed on the front page of the newspaper they can't read... I unpublished the piece. It is still available by request. Just drop me a line and I'll be happy to email you a copy. Suffice to say some vacations just turn out badly. As did this one. But when you turn the TV on one day and find a trailer for "Meet me in Nantucket" do me a favor and buy that ticket. You'll be glad you did.

For our 25th anniversary I planned a fabulous week in new England the highlight of which would be sitting under the starlit night sky of Nantucket on the 4th of July. On a budget. My daughters love to remind me "you get what you pay for!" And so we did. You think Nantucket will be oh so Rockwellesque... instead you get Stepfordesque on Steroids. Our hostess it seems was having a bad week. Joan Crawford has risen. I imagine that's what happens when you come from a successful group of siblings and do nothing but mooch and freeload. And she's the queen at freeloading. Thus the summerhouse on Nantucket she ended up with. Author's note: Having written this in an emotional hurricane, I begin with apologies to anyone who might take offense. Get over it. I tried to be a good guest. I followed the appropriately grateful protocol. On My Best Behavior "Don't worry about me... all I need in the morning is a good cup of coffee and a beach."...