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You Won’t Like Me When I’m Angry…

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I have been promising my old blog posts. So here they are, still residing where many of you already knew them to be, at think.lobablanca.com. I used to call that blog “incite.thought.” I think I should have called it “Terminally Pissed” (and not in the drunk sense of the word).

I was an angry mofo through most of these posts. Hulk angry. As you’ll be able to deduce, a lot of it was Bush-related fury. Some of it was religion-related fury…and some was government (federal, state, and local)-related. Still, that was a whole lot of fury. It’s no wonder I once called it the “blog of Dorian Gray.” I can’t imagine what kind of wolf I would have been if I hadn’t been dumping all that venom somewhere.

It is true that my anger remains to a certain extent. However, I have tempered my outlook on many subjects, dropped certain viewpoints and altered others. We are an ever-evolving species after all. Also, apathy does wonders for dulling anger. Perhaps this new blog should be called “incite.meh.”

I suppose I’ve linked to these posts anyway because…well, hell, I spent almost 4 years blathering on about various things (sometimes even posting funny or happy things). And even though I don’t feel that way about several things anymore (or even agree with some of what I wrote back then) I guess those entries and feelings should somehow be acknowledged.

Plus, I know it sounds strange, but I kind of want all the posts made about my beautiful Jodie girl to remain out there for people to read. She was the best dog in the whole world (IMHO, of course) and, even though she was taken from me in an utterly horrible way, I guess I want others to see what I was so blessed to see every day for a little more than 8 very short years. She had the soul of an angel and a punim that could have made even the Grinch’s heart melt.

So there you go. Read if you’d like. Ignore if you’d like. Comment you cannot. E-mail you can. Talk like Yoda I will. Smile you may :-)

Scaerial Photography

I grew up with Air Force One pretty much in my back yard (I also grew up witnessing all variety of strange sonic booms and mysterious lights in the night sky affiliated with living so close to a military air base…but that’s for a different post). So it wasn’t all that strange a thing for me to see Air Force One flying low in the sky when I was little.

What might have seemed commonplace back then and in the particular area where I grew up has completely different overtones in another part of the country. Especially a part of the country that bore the brunt of the worst terrorist attack to ever reach our shores. It hasn’t been all that long since September 11, and even though we no longer have Mr. Bush out there reminding us of this day every chance he can find, you’d think that—at the very least—those in the military and the government would remember that morning.

They might even remember it enough to want to avoid quietly setting up a photo-op in which, unbeknown to residents and workers, they fly Air Force One low in the sky over NYC, complete with a fighter jet escort, during a work day. Or any day for that matter. Really? That’s one for the History of Dumb-Ass Ideas, Volume 8,000.

Next time you want a pretty photo-op of AF1 coming in for a tête-à-tête with Lady Liberty, you might want to give those on the ground a bit of a heads-up…