What an incredibly beautiful country. After two legs of flight and two legs of bus travel, we arrived in Killarney on Sunday in the late afternoon. (And if I ever do this again (and I will), I'll do Chicago to Dublin, stay in Dublin a night, fly Dublin to Kerry, and bus it from Kerry Airport into Killarney.) Too pooped to do much, we had dinner at The Flesk, and headed back to the hotel to sleep.
The Flesk isn't a fancy joint -- in fact, it's owned by an American who returned to his Irish roots and celebrates his American Legion membership in the decor -- but the food was fantastic. I had the Spring lamb chops with a stuffing made with fresh bread crumbs, sweet cream butter and herbs from the garden out back, a wild mushroom and port wine reduction sauce, and herbed mashed potatoes. So good I gnawed every chop down to the bone and contemplated licking my plate clean, to boot.
Tuesday night, we went to see Natural Gas at the Danny Mann Pub. Absolutely fantastic music, and the Smithwick's went down a treat, too. Here's a sample:
(I've got a couple of videos of my own to upload as soon as I get home!)
Yesterday was mostly travel -- Killarney to Tralee to Dingle. Heartbreakingly gorgeous views as we first went up into the mountains, then down into Dingle Bay.
Put simply, the Democrats want to reach into my wallet and decide how much money I should have, and the Republicans want to peek in my bedroom window and decide how much fun I should have.
My very liberal buddy Barrie, who has lately taken to sending tea bags to her own federal and state legislators, should be dropping by here every once in a while to post. (I'll make a blogger out of her yet. Heh.)
It's not just right wing reactionaries who are pisssed of and letting the world know. _____
I've got five hours left to do a little laundry before heading off to the airport. By tomorrow night I should be raising a pint and hearing stuff like this...
Yes, there'll be whiskey in the jar, too.
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and is money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier. Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol whack for the daddy 'ol there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me, but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber, I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water, Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel, The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel. I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier, But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army, If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney. And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny, And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving, But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking. But I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Is that what those of us who are so angry we can't see straight right now want? To be nothing but a blip?
Even if all this teabaggery was organized around a specific plan or call to action, it would still be just so much noise without follow-up, growth and actual pressure on elected officials to sign-on or be voted out; a big-scale impotent tantrum on the order of the street protests outside the meetings of international leaders.
And that, my friends, is the challenge.
To get past our anger. To look for leaders among those who left their jobs to pick up a sign, who write or speak eloquently about not just what is wrong with government, but offer up real plans to fix government.
We need to yank our own socks up, organize, and seek out new leaders from among ourselves.
Protesting is a good start, but only if we back it up with organization and candidates who reflect our own beliefs and values.
I don't know about you, but I never again want to go to the voting booth knowing that I am pulling the lever for the candidate who does the least harm.
I want to be able to vote for the candidate who can and will do the most good.
In order to do that, we must look beyond our anger and offer up solutions, votes and action.
Then, and only then, will Washington take us seriously.
[A]n American who still beleives [sic] in the words written in the constitution and is upset with Democrats and Republicans alike for excessive spending, taxing, and overall life regulation. They are also well known as using their brains in a time where it is so unpopular.
Democrat: "Did you see those Obama hating, bigot republican teabaggers on Fox at the tea parties nationwide?"
Republican: "Do you think those teabaggers have figured out we aren't really conservative at all?"
Teabagger: "We hate Republicans and democrats alike for their lies, corruption, excessive spending and taxing, and of course the fact that I can't earn an honest living without pulling their hands out of my pocket."
It isn't that she has a magnificent voice -- she does. But what made this performance so extraordinary is her confidence and her presence in front of judges and a live audience, all of whom were prepared to be totally underwhelmed.
There are a zillion great singers across the planet -- but a true performer who is a great singer when completely under the gun? Not so many.
I've got me a new hero. _____
Remember I told you about the whopping big sink hole that opened up a few blocks from my home?
When I argued with other conservatives that the formation of the DHS was a bad idea because the microsecond a socialist administration took power that agency and the power it wields would be used as a political tool against citizens (because socialists, being nothing but communists with commitment issues, always fear internal threats to their power more than external ones to the welfare of the population), I had hoped I was simply paranoid.
Nope. Not paranoid at all. Just prescient.
Welcome back, my frizzen friend. _____
I am all for anything that sparks a spirit of entrepreneurship in the young. Lexie Oliver, in particular, shows real promise. Drop by her website and buy some of her stuff. It's beautiful, wearable and really reasonably priced! _____
Holy crap! I find myself agreeing with an Obama pal on this:
"You should not use the emergency department as the place to get primary care," Whitaker said. "For some reason, this is controversial. Emergency rooms should be used for emergencies. I'm shocked we should be getting into debates about this. An emergency room visit is $1,000. A doctor's visit is $100."
If these patients are uninsured, other patients are paying the unnecessary extra $900 through higher insurance premiums, Whitaker said.
... and...
About 40 percent of the patients coming into the emergency room did not need emergency care and could sit for hours being bumped by patients who did. It makes sense for the hospital to divert those people to neighborhood clinics or other hospitals that focus on their needs such as pediatrics or geriatrics, he said.
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There are Tax Day Tea Parties all over the map tomorrow! I'm going to try to hit the Chicago get-together. You? _____
Speaking of naughty, I've struck the motorized barstool from my Christmas wish list. This is what I really want. In fact, I want a whole squadron of 'em.
Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain, corn that in the dark earth many days hath lain. Love lives again that with the dead hath been: love is come again like corn that springeth green.
In the grave they've laid him, earth above his head. Many oaths they've sworn there, vowing he was dead, yet he arose so fairly to be seen: love is come again like corn that springeth green.
With their scythes they've cut him 'til he could not stand; to the cart they've bound him, wheeled him o'er the land, stabbed him and flayed him, yet his will was keen: love is come again like corn that springeth green.
He was pressed and broken by the mighty stones; in an iron cauldron boiled his blood and bones. Ill as they've served him, stronger hath he been: love is come again like corn that springeth green.
Raise your glass and praise him, all who love him well -- send the brown bowl 'round that all may drink their fill. From death to life he leads us all between: love is come again like corn that springeth green.
And murdering children is against our religion and our culture in this country. Weigh that against taking a mug shot of a woman not wearing her hijab and ask me which one I think is the bigger religious and cultural abomination.
You aren't living in a Muslim-centric culture, Bucko. Get used to it. _____
Keesie tries really hard to get it right. Actually, I'd carry that bag, because it'd be big enough to cover my butt and it's pretty styling... but that hat?
Still interested in going to BlogHer, but unable to afford a ticket? Here are two differentcontests with top prizes of expenses paid for the entire trip.
If you're ever down Siesta Key way, stop by the SKOB on a Wednesday night, order up a big plate of oysters on the half shell, and give a listen to Kettle of Fish:
The guys were great, but I was irked because they played their hearts out and the cheapskate patrons in the place were only throwing a buck or two here and there into their tip jar. Thus, I bought a round of drinks for the band and tossed a twenty into the jar. (That's how we roll in the Windy City.)
As a thank-you, their electronic guitar/vocals guy gave me his new CD. Sweet! Check out Thornson Moore'sOpen Art Surgery. "This Old Man" is my particular fave.
Anyhow, if you ever get to see any of these guys, throw a ten or a twenty in their tip jar, will ya? They earn every penny of it.