Cranes for the Brain

My best friend and longtime Trail Mixer Sean Holton (aka Lardass Liberal) struggles on with brain cancer. He has chronicled his two-year journey on his own blog. This entry, among many others, captures the wit, generosity and unique creativity of the man. I’ll be visiting him this weekend for his birthday. He can be reached on Facebook, or on his Blog

Sean Holton — “I promised that I’d keep everyone posted on the fate of those 1,000 origami cranes I received from an extremely caring and generous group of strangers in Palm Beach County. In case you don’t remember, they heard about my situation via this blog and just decided they wanted to do something to help me get better. So they got together and folded 1,000 origami cranes for me — in accordance with a Japanese legend that says such a gesture will help sick people heal.

Such a collection of cranes is known as a Senbazuru. Part of the tradition goes back to a group of Japanese schoolchildren who made a Senbazuru for a young girl who contracted leukemia after surviving the 1945 atomic bomb attack on Hiroshima. For more background, read this blog entry.

Well, I knew I couldn’t keep such a wonderful thing all to myself. I wanted to share it somehow with my fellow patients at MD Anderson Cancer Center here in Orlando, in order to pay the gift forward and maybe help them heal, too. My first idea was to ask a well-known Orlando artist to create a giant mobile sculpture so that all 1,000 cranes could hang together in the atrium of the hospital’s main lobby. But that idea for the cranes didn’t fly, because the hospital had fire-safety concerns.

My next idea was to pass the cranes along, one-by-one, in envelopes addressed to other patients, along with a personal letter from me explaining where they came from and what they meant. The hospital approved that plan, so I got busy writing the letter, getting 1,000 copies made and getting 1,000 envelopes printed up at Sir Speedy Printing. The video slideshow here explains what happened after that, when a group of my friends got together Feb. 5 at my house in Orlando to do the work of enclosing a single origami crane in each envelope. Thus was the circle completed: Strangers helping me heal, and then my friends helping me help other strangers heal.

(Click Play button on image below to view slideshow).

I delivered all the envelopes to the hospital, and by the time I went for my chemotherapy infusion on Thursday they were already set out in trays on various patient check-in counters. I was also told that many of the medical oncologists at M.D. Anderson asked for envelopes in order to hand them out personally to their patients. I love the way this all turned out. I hope you do, too.”

Same Time Tomorrow (How Sean Holton Learned To Stop Worrying And Just Have Brain Cancer Instead)

99 thoughts on “Cranes for the Brain”

  1. I’d like to take a break from politics and news in this thread (tho not required) and see regulars share what inspires you, be it music, poetry, history, whatever. I’ll kick things off with my great uncle John Lair, who inspired me to reach beyond without forgetting my Kentucky home:

  2. I could write about so much on this thread topic, how my three daughters inspire me in how they live their lives, hard workers, good wives and companions to their partners, great mothers, serious enough to excel at schools and graduate with degrees that provided opportunities to land really great jobs, but in keeping closer to Craig’s example, I want to take this opportunity to tell you about Bert Wolfe of Bellevue , Ohio.
    Bert was born near Huntington, Indiana in 1892. When he was five years old in 1897, a man named Ed Friel came into his life. As the years passed Ed , a neighbor, became a mentor who inspired Bert to strive to great heights, to read, to experience life, to taste the gusto, to go for it, flat-out.
    Bert learned a lot about life from Ed.
    Ed passed away, and Bert found himself in France in The Great War in 1917, 1918. Bert worked building rail line and riding on engines, pulling guard duty nights. One bitter night he sat in a trench with his rifle, on guard duty in miserable weather. He heard a noise, swung his weapon around, and saw a comrade soldier…”You want a drink, Sarge?” And Bert said “Don’t ask foolish questions!” Bert always remembered that night, and his first encounter with Wild Turkey Bourbon.
    “I landed in Bellevue in 1929″, Bert said. Bert had found work on the railroad, and he worked there until 1957, when he retired.
    My brother Bob moved to Bellevue in the 1970s , and he was inspired by Bert’s letters to the editor of The Bellevue Gazette to contact Bert. Bob introduced me to Bert.
    Now Bert was amazing, smart as hell. He knew vast amounts about how government worked, he knew every President’s Cabinet..every person, and what their politics were.
    Bert had been to every state and he knew the county seat of every county in the USA. Bert and I would sit at his kitchen table as his good wife Gladys Wolfe would make tea, as Bert and I chain-smoked non-filter Lucky Strikes and Camels and drank shots of Bond & Lillard bourbon and cans of Miller High Life beer.
    We’d pour over issues of “Soviet Life” magazine, “Mother Jones” was a favorite of Bert’s, as was “The Nation”.
    I’d tell Bert stories about my Vietnam war experience and he would LISTEN. He wanted to know it all…the heart of the story…no BS, no taming it down. After I was exhausted he would tell me a story , sometimes a war story, sometimes a railroad story, once about the time he met Eugene V. Debs in Chicago, once about the time he heard Big Bill Haywood speak in Chicago.
    Bert would sometimes go to Bughouse Square in Chicago, Bert told me all about Wobbly Jack Jones and the Dil Pickle Club and the discussions and the excitement of those times.
    Bert opened my eyes to a world that had passed by by the late 1970s and 1980, but he provided me a great insight to those histories. ( Bert got to Chicago via his railroad job).
    Bert was old when I met him in 1979, he only had 27 months to live at that time as it turned out. He lived exactly 100.0 miles away, front porch to my front porch. I visited frequently. I’d get him and bring him home to my family, and he had the guest room and I’d set the night stand up with a glass and a bottle of Wild Turkey, and matches and a couple packs of Lucky Strikes and a big ash tray on a stand, very old school. God, I loved that “old bastard”, as Gladys called him. He told me once that I was the best friend he ever had. Oh that Bert…had he forgotten he had also told me he at one time was a carny? 😉
    From Mother Jones Magazine:
    From a Letter to the Editor
    July 1977

    I am enclosing my check for $6 to renew my subscription to Mother Jones for one year (rather than three) because I am 85 years old an’ my brakes are draggin’. I may “expire” before my present subscription to Mother Jones runs out. But I’ll renew my sub to Mother Jones one year at a time, as long as I last.

    I like Mother Jones better than The Nation, The Progressive and Madalyn Murray O’Hair’s American Atheist—and almost as well as Wild Turkey Bourbon.?

    Now I’m gonna take a snort to your health—and mine.

    Bellevue, Ohio

  3. Damn Dexter you exceeded my wildest expectatons for this thread. Thanks much for that compelling story. Even S. Clemens would be impressed.

    I really want to hear about what or who inspires people here to care so much, because no matter our partisan leanings or ideology that’s what defines trail mixers seems to me. We give a damn!

  4. Still misty from Dex’s post. Those kinds of connections are inspirational. I don’t have a great story with an arc like that, just feelings from people who give others the space to be themselves, like this place.

    My grandmother who raised me; she had a rough life but it never soured her. Nobody could laugh harder than she could.

    My grandpa & great-uncle Hank, who never finished school, but sat outside with a piece of paper and one of those big, flat, lumberyard pencils and did the math to add the bathroom on to the old house. They could build/fix/do anything.

    My great-aunt Norma, who learned to drive at the age of 65 after her husband died. I didn’t drive until I was in my 20s; she had to go do it first.

    My great-aunt Helen and my grandpa’s boss’s wife, who always saw the best in everyone and spoke to everyones’ strengths. (Craig’s mom actually reminds me of those two, great ladies.)

    Mostly, all of the people in the world who are nice for no reason, who make the days easier for everyone.

    (Will anyone say that a present-day politician inspires them?)

  5. Mostly, all of the people in the world who are nice for no reason, who make the days easier for everyone.

    Yes, nicely put.

    (by the way, called and called to the cspan but never got thru…..had a good question, too.)

  6. Mostly, all of the people in the world who are nice for no reason, who make the days easier for everyone.
    ===Blue via Sturg

    Me too. And I would include this line from Blue’s post

    just feelings from people who give others the space to be themselves, like this place.

    My parents never skimmed the surface with people and as a result had rich and rewarding relationships where others never even imagined the possibility. My parents wanted their children to live their lives unencumbered by prejudice.

  7. All my life I have wanted to make a difference.

    Sean’s story just taught me what making a difference is really all about.


  8. BTW, great thread topic. Going to make for some great reading.

    Off to work. Later.

  9. Also inspiring: 99% of us

    Seeing the peaceful protests of the nationwide OWS movement makes me feel that this country is going to turn the corner. The kids will take care of the place just fine.

    Not inspiring: The Oakland police

  10. This one is for you, Lard.

    My parents were my inspiration. My Father was a tail gunner in WWII . Upon return from European war, he went to work at Bethlehem Steel. We suffered through many layoffs and my Mom also worked to support the family of four kids. We lived in Allentown, Pennsylvania and my Dad commuted in the evening to Temple University in Philadelphia to take classes. I remember we had to be quiet as children because he was studying. Eventually, he became a teacher and there was more food on the table. I do remember hunger in my early years and at the dinner table I remember fighting over the last piece of food. We would call out the claim for the ‘last piece.’ My Father always taught me to not make fun of what anyone does for food or for a living. He taught me dignity was not related to money. During a drive to Florida (I was four) in the station wagon, he took us through the back roads of the south…we saw the shacks and faces of many African Americans. Poor beyond my belief…it was a sobering experience, but my Dad wanted us to see the other America. Many had it so much worse than us. I can still close my eyes and see the faces…the shacks. My Mother loved my Father and her children so much. She worked a crap job so I could go to college. I remember holding hands with her when we went to see the presidential candidates as they drove along Union Boulevard — the first was Nixon. We had crossed the street at the same time Nixon convertible was driving by…I remember seeing him up close..he was ugly man, not handsome like Kennedy. Yep, my parents, the middle class of yesteryear who tried to make me a decent human being.

  11. oooooh… great thread…

    My parents inspired me also. They both came down here from Canada to give their children a better life. My dad taught me my love of reading. And both my parents taught me tolerance for all races, creeds, genders, orientations… you name it. They also both loved art and taught me to love it too. They taught me that “doing the right thing” was very important and the only way to go in life.

    I’d also like to give a shout out to my childhood friend’s(Sharon) mother. I only knew her as Mrs. Forrest. She used to constantly crochet and one day at the age of 14 I told her I’d like to learn. She took me to a yarn store and bought me hooks and had me pick out yarns I liked. She then taught me by having me crochet an afghan with those yarns and a pattern she took from her head. My first project with yarn was a total creative effort and not from a book… no rules. And that fact has made a HUGE difference in my life.

  12. Today’s inspirational individual Scott Olsen
    –two tours in Iraq not injured

    critically wounded by Oakland, Ca police during demonstrations…

  13. This is a strange question for me since my childhood was just plain weird. Not horrible, just out and out strange. As a result, books and music not human beings became companions and friends.

    Louisa May Alcott, Encyclopedia Britannica, The Great American songbook and MGM musicals got me through childhood. So as far as I’m concerned the whole world is a history trivia game set to music, complete with orchestra and always has a happy ending. :-)

    The end result is that a positive outlook and the ability to adjust to constant change is a natural condition. For that I am infinitely grateful to all those writers, composers, and musicians who force fed me a stream of messages that the only constant in life is change both good and bad; you can deal with anything that happens, and no matter what happens, you will smile again eventually.

  14. Sean’s stories never fail to remind me that each day is a gift.

    I’d like to take a few minutes to talk about two of the greatest people who ever walked God’s green earth. She was an efficient secretary, who greeted everyone with a smile, kept the wheels turning in any office she ever worked in, and made time in her life for the poorest of her neighbors and found the good in everyone.

    He was a big gruff guy, a truck-driver by profession, whose happiest days in his youth were spent working on his uncle’s farm. He had a great sense of humor and was quick with profanity-laced insults, or gibes, to friend and foe alike. Friends knew enough to laugh them off, others just kept their distance. He held long grudges, but there wasn’t a person alive, whom he wouldn’t help if asked.

    These were my parents. They were community-minded, he a volunteer fireman, and in later life a very-involved member of the Elks. She loved to sing and joined many choirs and performing groups. The only thing they couldn’t make work, was living under the same roof. There were two trial-separations when we kids were young, and then they finally divorced when I was in the service and the youngest of their three children was about to start high school.

    Mom moved on with her life and re-married, but Dad loved her until the day she died. In their way, each was an inspiration. She for her eternal optimism and sweetness of soul, he for his undying loyalty and willingness to do whatever was necessary to help his kids, family, and strangers in need.

    Now that they have both passed away, I talk to them more than ever.

  15. Enjoying today’s comments. Thanks for playing.

    Don’t mean to hijack my own thread tho, so it’s OK to go off topic if you’re busting a gut about something current.

  16. I think gut busting comes under the jurisdiction of the Oakland police.

    “…Washington Post’s selection of a photo showing an Oakland police officer petting a kitten to illustrate a story on the protests…above a story entitled, “Protesters Wearing Out Their Welcome Nationwide.”

    Kittens inspire me with their joy of something as simple as a good scratch under the chin.

    Love these stories; now I know more about how you got to be you.

  17. Jamie — books and music are human inventions and you surrounded yourself with more humans than were at my family table. And it sure rubbed-off on you!

  18. CSN inspired me, too. I spent many dollars and miles down the road chasing after their concerts in the late 1970s. David’s “To the last Whale” is as great as anything the great Brian Wilson ever penned .

  19. I heard a radio broadcast this morning deriding the Occupy Wall Street group because they were changing from high-end meals to some more common victuals.

    The way the story was being spun, the OWS members are showing themselves to be as greedy as those they’re protesting against, by not wanting to waste good food on the “professional homeless” who have infiltrated the park and assimilated themselves into the group.

    I’m not sure how much truth there is in any of this, but wanted to pass it on to see if anyone else has heard it, or has an opinion.

  20. Great lyric to an obscure broadway show:

    Children who cared for me
    Come out and play
    Don’t hide in memory
    Just for Today

    Kitten be found again
    I’ll chase you round again
    Free and unbound again
    Just for today

  21. hmmmmm…. yup… it’s snowing here. Big, fat, lustful flakes. And it’s stickin’ to the ground.

    Time to get the skis sharpened!

  22. Craig – Love the pic from the C-Span archives!

    jamie – You make me smile. How do you remember all this stuff?

    rr – Lucky, you!

  23. What a wonderful thread! I’ve been away from my computer most of the day, and this was a delightful gift to open this Thursday afternoon.

    “Miss” Sadie Kendall Knight was my first great inspiration. Sadie had polio as a child, and it left her permanently crippled, but it never slowed her down. She married young, and lost her love-of-her-life husband young…before there could be any children. So she opened a ‘playschool’…and oh, my, it was both! A place for children to play, and the best school I’ve ever attended. We kids rode horses, chased goats and puppies and each other, helped “Miss” Sadie create and perform with her Dangle Dolls (sort of like marionettes, but her own fabulous creation), played in the creek (where the snakes roamed as free as us kids), rode all over our town in the back of her truck (well, the cattle bars kept us in)…I could go on forever about the adventures to be found at “Miss” Sadie’s Kendallwood. But the most important things were that she never failed to love us, each and every one, and she never failed to set an example for loving everyone around us…regardless of race, creed, religion, whatever…even though we were in a relatively small Mississippi town. That is perhaps “Miss” Sadie’s greatest gift to those of us who were willing to accept it…her openness to all of life. She was first my keeper, then my mentor, and later my dear friend. She remained my friend throughout her long life. She died in 2002 at the age of 95. I miss her.

    My Dad was also one of my inspirations. He was a drunk, but he was brilliant and a truly good man. He of the eighth grade education…but quite the businessman. He also loved people…could find nothing in them of importance beyond their character…certainly not their skin color.

    How lucky was I, growing up in the deep south, to have two such fabulous people to help me begin to find my way in life?

    Today, Lard is one of my inspirations. I’ve always been one to fall for big brains and a way with words, and Lard has both by the bucket load. He’s one of my favorites on this trail. (Shout out to you, Lard! :smile: ) Happy birthday, friend! I’ll have cake (or maybe Halloween candy) in your honor.

    And, folks…as one who is lucky enough to get to hang out with Jamie several times a year, when we get together to watch the ponies race, you’re all right…she’s a treasure and a treasure trove of information…never fails to amaze and educate me!

  24. My brain is one huge filing cabinet. Unfortunately, someone got in there and threw all the papers on the floor… so things can get a little garbled.

  25. My C-span question was:

    Mr. Crawford, the other day on Imus’s morning show you mentioned something about the withdrawal of our troops from Iraq being merely a shift…… our army people being replaced by private contractors…..a united states mercenary army so to speak……how do you think that will work out for us?

    (historical license)

  26. God Bless Sean Holton. Great post and comments. Inspiring stuff all the way around.

  27. No Guns, No Money, No Power, So Up They Rise
    by Taylor Marsh

    As a reminder, Pres. Obama and the Democrats did not mount any economic message for the 2010 midterms. Then after getting their… um.. hats handed to them in December, Pres. Obama made a deal with Republicans to extend the Bush tax cuts. Now that candidate Obama is on the campaign stump, however, he says he won’t extend them again.

    Of course, now that Pres. Obama’s own political future is on the line he’s sounding like a class warrior who has religion. One by one on cable, the talking heads proclaim he’s “back,” his message is winning, etc.

    It’s not hard to believe Pres. Obama’s populist message, conveniently timed and politically motivated, is winning. The message to back up the middle class and working stiffs, one that I’ve been drilling home for years, is always a winner. It’s just unfortunate that Mr. Obama only finds it when his own fortunes need a lift.

    It’s also why I laugh out loud when David Axelrod or team Obama go after Mitt Romney, making the argument that slick Mitt will say anything to get elected. If that charge sounds familiar it should. Yes, Mitt Romney is a Wall Street jackal. Obama’s not in that league, but he doesn’t have any problem taking campaign contributions from those who are. You decipher the difference.

    Ronald Reagan started sapping the American dream in the 1980s, which lasted for 12 years.

    The Bush tax cuts and two wars off the books in the 2000s did the rest.

    When Pres. Obama came into office, the economic die was already cast.

  28. the point of the story is a contrast between being out there between jupiter and orlando, and then being grounded by a little female human….inspiration incarnate……

    the wayne part is part one.

    the gods say: “those who strive with all their might–we are allowed to save”. I don’t believe their shuck and jive but it might just could be.

    After all… has been documented that two Irishmen did indeed—walk out of a bar.

  29. Pleasant dreams, Sean.

    Remember – Although the republicans have flushed the middle class down the toilet, we are creating a nasty clog for them.

  30. Grampa said, “Never kill anything you don’t intend to eat.”
    He was old and wise, and I took those words to heart. That’s why I was a medic in Viet Nam.

  31. I said a little prayer for lovable Lardass Liberal. That felt pretty good. Now, I’ll pray that it works.

    Let’s nag God.

  32. xrep: As far as I know , I never killed anyone over there either as a medic, although I came close when I followed a doc’s orders to over-medicate a soldier who was freaking out.
    They should have trained me better if I was going to pass meds, ya know?

  33. Well, how about that? Jamie found a book with a picture of Mr. Hugh Jackman in it. ❓ 😉

  34. “The idea that a younger son should become monarch instead of an elder daughter simply because he is a man, or that a future monarch can marry someone of any faith except a Catholic – this way of thinking is at odds with the modern countries that we have become.”

    ~Yes, because a monarchy is such a “modern” idea in itself.~

    Don’t get me wrong, I love the pageantry of the weddings, etc., but the idea of still having a crown seems kind of silly…except in the tourism/Chamber O’Commerce sense.

  35. “This was a group of brilliant, wonderful people that I had come to know as family, practicing democratic decision-making on public space. And for that they were dragged away in handcuffs,”

    (Also, a lot of background on Scott Olsen, the 24-year vet who was hurt in Oakland, at the bottom of the story.)

    How does this look to the rest of the world? Oh, wait. Our media isn’t doing a very good job of covering it.

  36. Well, I just had an idea: Occupy Where U R or Insert Your Town Here
    (A nationwide drum circle a la Hands Across America.)

    On Election Tuesday, maybe at noon central time, everyone can go outside and bang on something in solidarity with OWS.

    And while 99% are eating cheese sandwiches and making noise,
    the 1% still have time to import a can of stuff to make it look like they are eating solid gold.

    “Each can costs 25 euro — roughly $35 U.S. dollars — and contains approximately 100ml of spray, which should be enough to cover several large meals in a surprising shine.”

    “The company promises that the spray is completely tasteless, and will do nothing but enhance the appearance of your dish.”

    No substance & completely tasteless.



    You might be able to say this about Charles and William, but virtually every senior member of Parliament has said that Elizabeth’s political and historical memory has been invaluable to their work. She may not have a vote, but she has the benefit of “I was there and I saw and heard it all”. She has been either heir or Queen for almost 80 years.

    Even when they didn’t agree with her (and no one is supposed to talk about that), her long view of events adds a dimension that no other form of government other than a Constitutional Monarchy has.

  38. I wish Sean all the best and like Craig said “we need the ole coot more then he does.”

    All of those fiscally responsible American families are meeting the high expectations that both the Republicans and Democrats talk about as examples the Federal Government should follow. They even felt “more upbeat about the economy’s prospects” even though their inflation adjusted after-tax incomes fell for the third straight month. Charge! Lack of savings is not going to make that much difference. What Bull Manure.

    Martin Crutsinger’s must have screwed up because his 8:37 AM EDT article is very different from his current 10:12 AM EDT article. The powers that be at work. The updated article is correct “Under normal circumstances, that would be a troubling sign for the economy.”

    Consumer spending jumped 0.6 pct. in September
    By Martin Crutsinger, October 28, 2011 8:37 AM EDT

    Consumer spending rose 0.6 percent last month, the Commerce Department said Friday. The gain was driven by a big rise in purchases of durable goods, such as autos.

    Consumers earned only 0.1 percent more after their income fell by the same amount in August. And after adjusting for inflation, their after-tax incomes fell 0.1 percent last month – the third straight monthly decline.

    As a result, they saved less. The savings rate fell to 3.6 percent, the lowest level since December 2007.

    Incomes stall as interest on savings dwindles
    By Martin Crutsinger, October 28, 2011 10:12 AM EDT

    WASHINGTON (AP) — Americans’ incomes have stagnated for three straight months. Yet they boosted their spending in September 0.6 percent – three times the increase in August.

    Under normal circumstances, that would be a troubling sign for the economy.

    But a closer look at Friday’s report from the Commerce Department on September income and spending suggests another possibility: Many people are cutting their savings because the interest they are earning has become nearly worthless.

    Consumer sentiment picks up in late October: survey
    October 28, 2011 10:03 AM EDT

    (Reuters) – U.S. consumer sentiment improved in October for the second month in a row as consumers felt more upbeat about the economy’s prospects, a survey released on Friday showed.

  39. Lard is a big sports fan… so…

    boy, that must have been a wild last 6 innings to last night’s World Series game. Rick and I went to bed after the top of the 7th inning… hell, it was 11pm here back in the east. We expected to awake this morning to find the Texas Rangers the world champs.

    Glad the 7th game is on a Friday. If this game goes till 1am, at least we don’t have to get up to an alarm tomorrow morning and can see it to it’s conclusion.

  40. Speaking of service veterans badly treated…
    Brian Wilson -the protestor the munitions train ran over in the 80’s who was protesting our presence Nicaragua — was interviewed by Amy Goodman on Link TV this morning

    What an amazing person – he has a memoir called blood on the tracks. This stood out for me…an ambulance from the Naval Base was he first to arrive and they would not treat him — delaying care almost 20 minutes.

    We watched the game too — and nothing like snatching victory from Shrub.

  41. Amy Goodman, Democracy Now, interviewed Brian Wilson the Vietnam Vet who was run over by the munitions train in the ’80’s while opposing our policy in Nicaragua

    Wilson has memoir Blood on the Tracks…the interview was wonderful and he is an amazing person. This stood out for me
    after the train deliberately ran him over – a Navy ambulance arrived within minutes and refused him treatment because he wasn’t on Navy property delaying taking him for treatment for 20 minutes.

    The veteran currently in the hospital for protesting has been upgraded and is now conscious.

  42. Jamie,

    So they’re saying that the heir or monarch can marry a Jew, Hindu, Buddhist, or Moslem. Or atheist. Just not a Roman Catholic ?

  43. Hadn’t thought about that aspect of it.
    Are you saying you oppose term limits? 😀

  44. Originally it was just not a Catholic because of the Church of England split with the Catholic Church under Henry VIII and Mary Tudor’s follow up of burning Protestants. Later it came to mean all religions other than the Anglican Church so anyone marrying into the Royal family had to convert if different though I think only Catholic was in writing.

    Charles stated he would push for the change but now Elizabeth has led the way with the approval of all of the Prime Ministers of all the countries that are still part of the Empire. Not sure if plain ol’ Prime Ministers of Commonwealth countries had a say in this one since she isn’t Sovereign there just titular head.

    As with all things Royal it’s a matter of “Why?” “Because I Said So!”

  45. Actually I do oppose term limits assuming something changes that blocks money being the main deciding factor in elections. I think people should have the representation they want.

    Unfortunately as it now stands, they only get the representation they can afford. Since the offices are now only open to the highest bidder I think term limits is the only way we stand a chance of getting change.

    The problem with term limits is that government then sits with long term civil service who know the ropes (and lobbyists) rather than the elected official who doesn’t have a clue and just votes the way he/she is told.

  46. Holy Shit, Batman!

    Now we’re going to get a northeaster and up to a foot of snow here in my neck of the woods tomorrow night. Our trees still have most of their leaves and many of them are still badly damaged from that ice storm of 3 yrs ago. We are expecting our power to go off. We have our geny and gas, so we’ll survive. But if you don’t hear from me for awhile… y’all know why.

    And no… we’ve never gotten that much snow this early in my 57 yrs of living here in the northeast. CBob can chalk it up in that “never seen this before” category.

  47. Blue,

    Three Presidents: Sounds like they run the country in 8 hour shifts. At least until one needs a day off.

  48. RR

    When I lived in west central New Jersey, just south of Trenton, from 1971 to 1976 and 1982 to 1988 the earliest snow was on October 4th. I think that was 1974 and it was ¼ of an inch. This is forecasted to be the biggest snow storm this early in the season ever. Now it could mean that it will be a mild winter and not much snow after this. It could also mean that CBob is correct and you will have just one bad year. I will bet on CBob.


  49. Crack for brains –Mary Matalin on Wolf the maroon’s show saying the Herman Cain smoking ad is good because goopers don’t like a nanny state —

    first of what a lot of hooey — conservatives are the biggest nannies of all always telling people how to live their lives

    and I’d like to take the smug look of the forzen face of the goopers and point out the cost of smoking to the public – not just health costs but the cost of cleaning up after smokers

    She’s just a turd on the road to the 1%

  50. I extend my best wishes to Sean Holton and all those facing health challenges.

    Today I visited two friends and former colleagues, both in the same hospital. Both are facing serious challenges with the same strength and dignity Sean does.

  51. It was nice to see on Huffington Post that Time has a new poll showing Hillary doing much better against the prospective Republican candidates than President Obama.

    I would post the link if I were not a technological nitwit.

  52. From the desk of Ms KGC : “She’s just a turd on the road to the 1%”

    I’m sure glad that I didn’t step on her.

  53. Amy Goodman interviewed Brian Wilson, the Vietnam vet who had his legs cut off while protesting our involvement in Nicaragua.
    He has a memoir called Blood on the Tracks

    Wilson is an amazing person -capable of profound change.
    Losing his legs is a small one part of his story.

    I was struck by one fact. This is a person left the service honorably as a captain in the air force and who served as a ranger in Viet Nam and when he was deliberately run over by the train, a navy ambulance showed up first (20 minutes before a civilian ambulance) and refused to help him because “he was not on navy property.”

  54. TIME Swampland:

    “A national poll conducted for TIME on Oct. 9 and 10 found that if Clinton were the Democratic nominee for President in 2012, she would best Mitt Romney 55% to 38%, Rick Perry 58% to 32% and Herman Cain 56% to 34% among likely voters in a general election. The same poll found that President Obama would edge Romney by just 46% to 43%, Perry by 50% to 38% and Cain by 49% to 37% among likely voters.”

    Read more:

  55. Yes KGC instead of begging in prayer i’m bitching. Thanks for that suggestion, xrepub. I am a believer but God is just wrong about this one.

  56. Sean asked to hear from me , when the world has driven me over the cliff.
    How in tune do you have to be for that ?

  57. Hey Lardass,

    I hope this finds you to be in good spirits…I want to share my favorite quote from my favorite book…

    I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

    May peace be with you

  58. Dear Mr. Liberal Lardass …..
    The night I first meet you here, I was thinkin’ you were a woman. Because no man asks for advice about Jack Russel Terriers on the road.

  59. I told Liberal Lardass …
    Don’t go out on the road, like all great writers he was in love with it, and he wanted to bring his dogs. If I had signed on , he would have fallin’ ill at the scale house at Page, Ariz.

  60. The scale house at Page, Ariz.

    One of the great views America has to offer.

  61. What Democrats Stand for Today
    by Taylor Marsh

    One reason I now write from the view of a recovering partisan.

    Obama administration approves California Medi-Cal cuts

    Gov. Jerry Brown scored a budget win Thursday as the Obama administration approved a major share of Medi-Cal cuts that health care providers and patient advocates said would cut off medical access to the state’s most vulnerable residents.

    Here’s the response from Anthony Wright at Health Access California:

  62. Because I am now too stupid to place a simple “v’ in Craig’s new code :
    Eddie Vedder w/ The Doors – Roadhouse Blues (Los Angeles ’93) HD

    Keep your eyes on the road, and your hands on the wheel.

  63. Let’s roll baby roll , let’s roll baby roll …….. let’s roll all night long.

  64. bob, I need a thousand guitar picks….I’ll send you the schnooge……work at last, work at last, thank god a’mighty work at last……

  65. Craig –
    I asked my friend Larry, about feeding birds. Here’s what he said :
    ” They will eat as much as you can afford. “

  66. I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer.

    The future’s uncertain, and the end is alway’s near.

  67. Sturg –
    I have picks out my butt, why I have to manage them escapes me.

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