Open thread

Our country’s rapidly heading in the wrong direction:

With little public attention or even notice, the House of Representatives has passed a bill that undermines enforcement of the First Amendment’s separation of church and state. The Public Expression of Religion Act – H.R. 2679 – provides that attorneys who successfully challenge government actions as violating the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment shall not be entitled to recover attorneys fees. The bill has only one purpose: to prevent suits challenging unconstitutional government actions advancing religion.

If you still think our country is on the right track, you’re insane.  We are being guided toward despotism via theocratic rule by the mentally handicapped.  This marks the second bill in one week that further degrades our Constitution, places additional limits on the courts, intentionally reduces our liberties and rights, and lobs our society further toward the USA’s antithesis.

I considered not mentioning the Representative Mark Foley thing (the Florida Congressman who got caught with his hand in the pedophile cookie jar) because it’s unfortunate and disturbing, but he immediately did the right thing by resigning.  His hypocrisy was apparent in that he was head of the congressional caucus on missing and exploited children and a staunch Republican who voted for the Defense of Marriage Act to prohibit gays from marrying (among other examples), yet I wasn’t going to play the this-proves-all-Republicans-are-bad card like so many liberals because, well, it doesn’t prove any such thing.  But now we find out it might prove that after all.  It seems GOP leadership knew about his little secret as far back as autumn of 2005 yet did nothing other than tell him he should be careful.  In fact, Speaker Dennis Hastert denied knowing anything until the news broke last week but was forced to admit he’d known since late 2005 when other Republicans spoke up about what was discovered back then.  “Top House Republicans knew for months about e-mail traffic between Representative Mark Foley and a former teenage page, but kept the matter secret and allowed Mr. Foley to remain head of a Congressional caucus on children’s issues, Republican lawmakers said Saturday.”  This is fast becoming a major ordeal for Republicans with all the values nonsense they’ve been spouting and now we learn they’ve been hiding and protecting a pedophile in their midst.  How disgusting.  The whole lot of them should step down for that alone—enabling a child predator, keeping it a secret, and even leaving him in charge of child welfare legislation and activities.

And while we’re talking about this issue, let me make this point clear: Anyone attempting to compare this to Bill Clinton’s Oval Office activities is being naïve or intentionally deceitful or both.  There’s a big difference when it involves two consenting adults as opposed to when it involves an adult and multiple children.  There is absolutely no comparison between the two incidents.

Finally on this topic, I suspect Foley’s actions coupled with those of the Republican leadership who shielded him with full knowledge of his predatory activities will lead the far right—the neoconservative base rabid with religious underpinnings, radical fundamentalism, and a desire to see Christian theocratic rule in America—to utilize this event to start a purge of all gays and gay-supporting individuals and members in the GOP ranks.  I fear this is just the kind of ammunition that, even if it came from one of their own, will be used to excite anti-gay forces seething at what they see as a betrayal of their “values.”  The repercussions of this have only just started to be revealed and quantified.

So Neil Armstrong said it correctly.  For a very long time, many believed he misspoke his famous line when he set foot on the moon.  Essentially, it was believed he dropped an ‘a’ from the sentence.  Computer software has now confirmed the presence of that sneaky little vowel.  He did in fact say: “That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.”  You see, without the ‘a’ before man, the sentence is basically redundant: one small step for man[kind], one giant leap for mankind.  Time to update all those history books.

Carnival of the Godless #50 comes to us all the way from Sweden.  “We’ve got two main sections this time: one on general godless issues and one on creationism, that is, the belief that ancient creation myths are historical truth. Hold on tight to your prayer rugs and joss sticks, folks — here we go.”

Another update on Paula the cat.  She’s eating now.  She’s getting around with some effort.  There are two videos and a photo in that post.  You can see her age in how she moves and looks.  I’m glad to see she’s being taken care of with such mercy and affection so long as she wants to go on living and isn’t unduly suffering.

One in the bush is worth ten in the tree

I’m accustomed to all manner of wild beasts playing about the patio and in the tree and in the bushes.  I’m also accustomed to being surprised by who goes where and what they do while they’re there.  From opossums falling out of the tree and practically landing on me to more than half a dozen raccoons trying to hide in the tree from a dog to dozens of birds plus a few squirrels leaping and flitting in all directions, commotion is not new to me.  Add to that the many lizards and the occasional armadillo and plenty of cats and…  Well, what I’m trying to say—and doing a rather poor job of it, I might add—is that it’s not at all unusual to see creatures big and small doing their respective things around here.  Yesterday was no different, but I do believe I spied a bird with some serious issues.

I was standing on the patio and heard something rustling in the bushes.  Not under the bushes; in the bushes.  It was around the corner from me, so I stood quietly as it seemed to be coming in my direction.  It was a ‘big’ sound as opposed to a ‘small’ sound.  By that difference alone I knew it wasn’t a lizard.  As I watched, a mockingbird came hopping around the corner through the bushes.  It was about three feet (a meter) off the ground and was leaping from bush to bush inside the branches.  I thought it an odd way for a bird to navigate the area, but who am I to judge such things.

As the winged visitor finally made its way to the bush nearest the tree, it worked its way to an outside branch.  After a quick look at me, it jumped to the tree.  This happened to make a great deal of noise as it cleared the various leaves between it and its target.  That noise subsequently sent panic up through the tree where perhaps a dozen house sparrows were waiting for me to go back inside so they could return to their meal.  In response, all of them flitted out of the tree en masse and headed for the lake.  This move created its own significant noise, and that scared the mockingbird who promptly took off around the corner.

I stood there for a moment wondering precisely what it had been doing in the bushes in the first place.  Now that it was gone, I probably would never know.  And that’s when I heard it: the same ‘big’ noise in the bushes making its way in my direction.  I looked very carefully and realized it was the same mockingbird doing precisely what it had just done.  It was again hopping from branch to branch within the bushes, again about three feet (a meter) off the ground, and again heading for the tree by what must have been the most tedious path conceivable.  For a bird, that is.

As it reached its position near the tree, I suddenly felt a rush of déjà vu as I watched it work its way to the outer edge of the bush, glance quickly at me, and then leap with the same noisy abandon from bush to tree.  This all seemed terribly familiar except that there were no longer other birds in the tree to panic at the disturbance below.  I watched the mockingbird hop from branch to branch as it climbed higher in the tree, and then it hopped its way back down, took a look around and paused momentarily to consider my presence, and eventually hopped back up into the top branches.  And then it flew away.  Back to the bushes around the corner.  I stood in absolute confusion as it once again began the tiring maneuvers necessary to carry it from bush to bush and back to the tree.  I was perplexed as I watched it go through the same gyrations to get into the tree where it repeated the hopping to and fro that carried it into the top branches and back down again, finally returning to the top of the tree where, after a brief pause, it flew away toward the lake.

What in hell was that about?  Honestly, I suspect the poor bird fell out of its nest when quite young and suffered a traumatic head injury as a result.  The entire drama it just played out seemed to make no sense whatsoever.  I went back inside and decided I was better off not understanding.