BdoubleOty, oh my.
Life throws curveballs that, sometimes, we’re not ready for. I wasn’t ready for this one. I’m not ready for a lot of things. I have no control over anything, especially others’ opinion, even those close to me.
Being stuck with absolutely no recourse but acceptance is burning alive.
I hate this.
…and his senior team sold an assload of stock this week. That sucks. You know why? Because now our stock price is falling. I have “X” amount of stock vesting that I can sell next week…but, now it’s becoming more pointless because of the price. Damn you! Plus, he got $163 million out of his and mine isn’t even close to that.
Bullshitatron.
On a high note, Jen got her braces off today and her teeth look amazing.
It’s official. I’ll be in Jamaica for 6 weeks this summer. From the beginning of July to the middle of August. I couldn’t be more pumped, scared, nervous.
This makes it a little better…
I’m so frustrated, I can barely stand. So, I’m sitting to prevent myself from falling. It’s a day that anything that can go wrong, will. I’ve put off all of the house cleaning until today. Bad move. I was searching for a few hours this week to just relax, sit by myself and read, watch a movie, write…anything. But, those times proved futile and here I am, the last day and I have nothing done nor got anything out of the week that I wanted. Wait, that’s not necessarily true. Calvin and I had a blast this week, the time we spent together. So, that was my allotment of fun. It was good, though.
I have the floors swept and mopped. Well, the dining room. Calvin’s grandmother is picking him up in a few. Once that happens, I’ll finish the rest of the work. Then, at 8:00, it’s time to leave for Columbus.
I just got a phone call from the Obama campaign. There’s a rally with WV Congressman Nick Rahall tomorrow at 2:30. Woo! That should rule.
I wish she was home right now.
It’s 9:30 PM here on the east coast. Jen’s flight left between 6:00 and 7:00. I’m waiting patiently by the phone. Although I realize air is the safest way to travel, I can’t help but wonder, frightened. I just want her to land and call so I know she’s ok.
I’m pumped for her to have this trip. As much as we really can’t afford it, she needs it. She hasn’t seen her best friend in almost a year and she finally gets to. I wanted this for her. I’m glad she got it. She’s going to have so much of a blast and I don’t think she realizes how much fun it’s actually going to be. At the same time, I can’t wait for her to get home. This house seems empty with just Calvin and I here. I keep expecting to hear “Honey!” from upstairs, but nothing comes.
The phone still isn’t ringing.
I have a lot to do this week. I made myself an itinerary of chores and home improvement projects to fit in before and after work. It shouldn’t be hard so long as I can keep myself from sitting here doing this all day. But, my mind is wandering right now and this is all I can think to do. I’m listening to Calvin sleep on the baby monitor and waiting. Debating on whether or not I should start laundry, do dishes, sweep, mop or just crash out to a movie.
I drove through Columbus today after I dropped Jen and Patty off at the airport. Instead of taking the beltway, I wanted to take a cruise through downtown. I hadn’t been there in a couple years and wanted to soak it all in. I love cities. Real cities. The kind where the clouds hide the buildings and the traffic is a fight. I don’t know why, but driving through downtown Columbus today was one of the most exhilarating feelings I’ve had in a while. It was slow motion, wind and music.
I’m still waiting for the phone. Elton John just came on in the shuffle of 4,000 songs.
Just had to run up and take Calvin to the bathroom. He yells through the baby monitor and I yell back, thinking he can hear me, but I’m on the other side of the house.
I wish I was in Vegas with Jen. Although this is her trip, not mine. Who wouldn’t like to be in Vegas? Well, maybe a pastor.
Work tomorrow. I have a project to start. Supposed to work on it until Friday, but I have to take Friday off. Should find out about Jamaica by then as well. If I get to go, it’ll be 6 weeks away from Jen and Calvin. Don’t know if I can really take that, but it’s such an opportunity for my job that I can’t pass it up. Plus, it’s Jamaica. The pastor joke doesn’t apply here or I’d say “who wouldn’t want to go?”
Miranda’s birthday is tomorrow. After I drop Calvin off with Roger and Dee Dee, I’m going to head out there. We’re both kind of broke, so we’re just going to hang out and eat pizza. I miss my family. I don’t see them enough and I feel like I bail every time they ask me to do something.
I just want today to be over after she calls. Sleep. Work tomorrow. I want to accomplish something this week since Jen is gone. I want her to come back to something good.
While standing outside of my office building today, on the busy street below, I saw the most innocent and adorable dog walk into the street. He was hit before I could blink and took off running down the adjacent alley, crying the whole way. It was fucking terrible. My hands shook for a solid hour afterward.
In one of my random Google News searches for anything about the WM3, I found a great article in a New Zealand paper. The writer interviews Mara Leveritt, the author of “Devil’s Knot”. So, check it out. I would transpose the whole thing here, but it’s a huge two part interview.
The WM3 is a topic I could rant on for an age. Until the moon passes a full cycle, I could spit venom and blood over this case. If ever there was a miscarriage of justice (as if that word means anything outside perception), it’s this case.
We have long known that the Justice Department tortured the law to give its Orwellian blessing to torturing people, and that Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld approved a list of ways to abuse prisoners. But recent accounts by ABC News and The Associated Press said that all of the president’s top national security advisers at the time participated in creating the interrogation policy: Vice President Dick Cheney; Mr. Rumsfeld; Condoleezza Rice, the national security adviser; Colin Powell, the secretary of state; John Ashcroft, the attorney general; and George Tenet, the director of central intelligence.
These officials did not have the time or the foresight to plan for the aftermath of the invasion of Iraq or the tenacity to complete the hunt for Osama bin Laden. But they managed to squeeze in dozens of meetings in the White House Situation Room to organize and give legal cover to prisoner abuse, including brutal methods that civilized nations consider to be torture.
Mr. Bush told ABC News this month that he knew of these meetings and approved of the result.
Those who have followed the story of the administration’s policies on prisoners may not be shocked. We have read the memos from the Justice Department redefining torture, claiming that Mr. Bush did not have to follow the law, and offering a blueprint for avoiding criminal liability for abusing prisoners.
The amount of time and energy devoted to this furtive exercise at the very highest levels of the government reminded us how little Americans know, in fact, about the ways Mr. Bush and his team undermined, subverted and broke the law in the name of saving the American way of life.
We have questions to ask, in particular, about the involvement of Ms. Rice, who has managed to escape blame for the catastrophic decisions made while she was Mr. Bush’s national security adviser, and Mr. Powell, a career Army officer who should know that torture has little value as an interrogation method and puts captured Americans at much greater risk. Did they raise objections or warn of the disastrous effect on America’s standing in the world? Did anyone?
Mr. Bush has sidestepped or quashed every attempt to uncover the breadth and depth of his sordid actions. Congress is likely to endorse a cover-up of the extent of the illegal wiretapping he authorized after 9/11, and we are still waiting, with diminishing hopes, for a long-promised report on what the Bush team really knew before the Iraq invasion about those absent weapons of mass destruction — as opposed to what it proclaimed.
At this point it seems that getting answers will have to wait, at least, for a new Congress and a new president. Ideally, there would be both truth and accountability. At the very minimum the public needs the full truth.
Some will call this a backward-looking distraction, but only by fully understanding what Mr. Bush has done over eight years to distort the rule of law and violate civil liberties and human rights can Americans ever hope to repair the damage and ensure it does not happen again.
…but, am I the only one who couldn’t give a shit less about the Pope and what he says or where he visits? Oh, the Pope visited Ground Zero…great, who cares? A billion other people visited and said shit there too.
Just makes me want to puke. Wasting space in my newspapers.
Homeland: The Dark Elf Trilogy, Part 1 (Forgotten Realms: The Legend of Drizzt, Book I) by R. A. Salvatore
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