Thursday, July 22, 2010

Five Democrats Who Need to Pull Over and Submit Blackberry Resignations... and, No, It Can't Wait.

In honor of the USDA's expeditious jumping through Glenn Beck's and Andrew Breitbart's nasty hoop, I've decided to create a list of people that I believe need to pull over and send a resignation from their Blackberries.

  1. Cheryl Cook (Deputy Undersecretary of Agriculture) -- Since Cheryl Cook was so desperate for Shirley Sherrod's resignation that she insisted that Sherrod pull to the side of the road and text if from her Blackberry, I think she should set the example. She's a disgrace to her office, to the department, and to her country, so she should be willing to be the first to throw herself on her Blackberry sword and get the hell out of the department, before someone picks up on the fact that she's still working there.
  2. Tom Vilsack (Secretary of Agriculture) -- Oh, sure... he apologized. But let's face it. This was the kind of bell you just can't unring.  Once the accusation of racism has been leveled, and then fortified by the victim's own employers and party, the taint is never fully cleansed by an apology.  Tom Vilsack behaved abhorrently in this entire affair, and he needs to admit that, quit and let someone step into the job who has brain AND a heart.
  3. Ben Jealous (CEO of NAACP) -- Of all the tragically shameful characters in this fiasco, Jealous is the worst.  When Ms. Sherrod's comments were recorded, she was speaking at an NAACP event.  Does he now want us to believe he had no access to a transcript or complete tape of the event, against which to verify the accusations? Ridiculous! Furthermore, Shirley Sherrod is the wife of Charles Sherrod, who co-founded and organized the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, which played a key role in the American Civil Rights Movement in the 60's.  The SNCC members risked their very lives by going into rural communities in Georgia and Mississippi in order to register voters and encourage participation in the Movement, at a time when people were being killed for doing that!  The mention of Shirley Sherrod's last name should have been a tip-off to the NAACP in general. Charles and Shirley Sherrod have dedicated their lives to the abolition of bigotry and prejudice. Jealous should have known that this story wasn't all that it seemed.  Certainly, a single phone call to the white farmer in question would have put an end to all speculation, since he and his wife have been on network news all week, referring to Sherrod as a "lifelong friend" who "saved us from bankruptcy."  But no such call was ever placed -- not by Jealous, nor by anyone else at the NAACP.  Pull over, Mr. Jealous, we'll be needing your resignation immediately.
  4. Jim Messina (Deputy White House Chief of Staff) -- In a staff meeting the morning after Sherrod's firing (less than 24 hours after the story had broken), Messina was quoted at a staff meeting of saying: "We could have waited all day — we could have had a media circus — but we took decisive action, and it’s a good example of how to respond in this atmosphere." Ironically, if Messina had waited all day, he'd have probably figured out that the story he was being told wasn't the true story at all. Messina, of course, reports directly to my least favorite person certainly in the White House, and possibly in the entire world, Rahm Emanual. If Messina had a hand in any of this, then it was certainly NOT without Emanuel's complete knowledge and blessing. Which brings us to Number...
  5. Rahm Emanual (White House Chief of Staff) -- The biggest mistake Barack Obama ever made was in recruiting this guy as his Chief of Staff. Classless, heartless, soulless, with a sinister, self-promoting agenda that has little to do with a desire to serve his country, Emanuel has always done what is best for one person and one person only -- Rahm Emanuel.  When Cheryl Cook called Shirley Sherrod on her now-infamous drive home, Cook specifically told Sherrod that the White House wanted Sherrod's resignation immediately, and couldn't wait for Sherrod to return to her office.  Later, Vilsack back-pedaled on that statement and took complete responsibility for Sherrod's dismissal.  As reprehensible as I think Cook's behavior was in all of this, I doubt that even she would have the unmitigated gall to invoke the color of White House authority were she not damn sure the order was actually coming from them.  And if it was coming from the White House, it wasn't coming from President Obama. I think if we've learned anything about the President by now, it's that trying to get him to actually act on something -- ANYTHING -- is an exercise in frustration and futility.  This entire affair smacks of the impulsive, take-no-prisoners, cut-em-off-at-the-knees style of Rahm Emanuel.  He needs to resign just on principle, because he's bad for Obama, he's bad for the country and he's bad for us.
Those are the five people that this ugly, horrible incident should take down immediately. Not tomorrow, not the next day, but now -- this minute -- while they're on the expressway. They need to pull the car over, or (in Rahm's case) have the chauffeur pull the car over, and immediately text their resignations to the White House, beg for forgiveness, and may the Goddess have mercy on their immortal souls (if they're still in possession of them - there are a couple of folks on that list about whom I have my doubts).

As for Andrew Breitbart, I'm guessing Ms. Sherrod has already gotten several calls from attorneys dying to take on a civil lawsuit. With any luck, this sick, sad little man and his pathetic little righty-bloggy thing be driven forever into the ground.



    Monday, July 12, 2010

    Introductions

    World, meet Sylas.

    He was born on July 9, 2010. He was 8 lbs. 8 ozs., 21" long.  He also had a wicked little lung infection that necessitated a stay in the NICU, where he seems to be doing well.

    Unfortunately, it meant my daughter was forced to leave without him once she was discharged yesterday. All the time since has been trekking back and forth between home and the NICU, so that we can see him and spend time with him, his parents can feed him... He's increased his food volume tenfold in the past 24 hours, and he looks less like a newborn and more like he's around two or three months old.

    Exhausting.

    Hopefully, he'll be home this coming Saturday or Sunday.  All his tests have been coming back clean, and he's responding well to the antibiotics.  He started developing a little baby jaundice today, but nothing a trip under the bilirubin lamp won't fix.

    Meanwhile, I have a job interview tomorrow, so I'd better get to bed.

    Just wanted to share a Nana's joy.

    So, World, meet Sylas.  Sylas, meet World... And remember Nana loves you more than... chocolate. Yes... even more than chocolate....










    (cross-posted at Naked Voodoo Chicken Dance)

    Saturday, July 03, 2010

    Enough is Enough... We Hope....

    In the vast sea of possible dreck jobs I've applied for, there came this little gem, and... well... I can't tell you about it.

    I'm very superstitious these days, and I don't want to jinx it.  But trust me -- it's a gem.  I didn't realize how much of a gem it was until after I sent my resume to the outside recruiter.  Then I really began to look up the company, including magazine articles about the founders and the company objectives and such.  And I fell a little bit in love.

    So I sent a follow-up letter to the recruiter, telling her how interested I was in the position and the company.  And I heard... nothing.

    I want this job, people.  I mean, I want any job. I just applied online as a barista at Starbucks, so yeah... there's that.  But this job... this job... I want to work for this company. Really, really badly.... So, rather than leave it to some recruiter who will surely leave me on the trash pile for any number of reasons (my age, the length of my present unemployment history, etc.), today, I went straight to company's website, and sent them an e-mail directly, telling them, in effect, that this was kismet, I was made for them, they were made for me, and the Fates must not be denied.

    Okay, I couched in more professional verbiage, and my letter was more me than any cover letter I've ever written for a resume (by which I mean that I just flat-out went for the laugh). Still, the overall groveling, begging undertone in the letter will not be lost on them, I'm sure. And I believe that, when confronted with something which you truly believe is your destiny, you should run at it headlong, and let the Devil take the hindmost. Even if it means you end up with a big lump on your forehead.

    Wish me luck....
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