Delisting Wolves
Sitting in the general store in Elk City, Carmen Williams considers the feds’ insistence on bringing back the wolves and sees a deeper motivation.
“Gun control in disguise,” he says. “If we don’t have any game left to shoot, what’s the sense to carrying a rifle?”
These aren’t majority opinions in Idaho, but they represent powerful political undercurrents, which have been intensified over the past few years by the prolonged court battles over when and how to take the growing wolf population off the endangered species list.
via Gray Wolf In Cross Hairs Again After Delisting : NPR.
I have no words.
How Not To Write a Novel
From a book review on Amazon:
I am not a huge book reader. I read for inspiration as I am writing my own novel. However, this book served as the perfect stimulant to get my OWN creative juices flowing.
The wit and wisdom of Zoe
I have a private list of stuff my daughter Zoe says that makes her sister and me collapse with laughter, but it suddenly occurred to me that the whole world would benefit from her wise sayings.
For today: Driving out to get lunch, I tapped the gear shift and asked her what kind of car we have. Her response: “stink shift.”
Despicable
Dexter!
So much to chew, so little time.
RIP
Dottie
She was such a great dog. She died last night in her sleep, and I can’t stop crying. She was 14.
Still in Salem
From Rolling Stone:
Cindy Oestriecher, a McCain supporter who turned out for his speech in New Orleans, is stumped when I ask her for an example of Obama’s lack of patriotism. “What was that thing about anti-American?” she asks a friend. “What were they referring to?”
“What thing?” asks the friend.
“People were talking about that thing, that anti-American thing,” Cindy says, frowning.
“You mean about the flag, the thing on the Internet?” the friend replies.
“Yeah, I guess,” says Cindy. “The anti-American thing.” “That bothers you?” I ask.
“Of course it does!”
“But you don’t even know what it is,” I say. “You just know that someone else said he was anti-American. You don’t even know who it was that said it!”
She shrugs. What’s my point? We all know what the deal is. When it comes to presidential politics, you either are or you aren’t. And Barack Obama aren’t. If you can’t grasp the simple math of that statement, you don’t know much about elections in this country. It’s not about the war, or the economy, or the faltering Republican brand, or any of that: This is about hate and fear, and a dark instinct in our blood going all the way back to Salem, and whether or not a desperately ambitious ex-heretic named John McCain can whip up a big enough mob in time to drown the latest witch.
