Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Random Bits & Pieces

©2009 by LeeZard

Sooner or later the news media hang some kind of nickname or tag on our presidents, sometimes affectionate, sometimes derogatory.

We had “Tricky Dick,” for Richard Nixon or, as a former associate of mine (and former network correspondent in the Nixon White House) used to call him privately, “The Trick of the United States.” I loved it.

Bill Clinton was (and is) “Bubba;” Reagan, to some, “The Great Communicator” and, of course there’s “Dubya.” 

We had “The Father of our Country” and “The Great Emancipator.” Sometimes their initials were so mediagenic, they became the nickname a la FDR, JFK and LBJ. Which begs the question, Whither Obama?

LeeZard doesn’t think the initial thing will work here. BO? That just stinks (sorry, couldn’t resist). Gobama? Sounds like a college football cheer. Baracky? Sounds tacky. What do you think? Drop some suggestions and LeeZard will post ‘em.

LeeZard collects heroes the same way Dubya collected detainees at Gitmo. I have a new one, the First Mother-in-Law. No, LeeZard is not talking about Eve. It’s Michelle Obama’s mama (Sorry, couldn’t resist), Marian Robinson.

It seems the 71-year old Ms. Robinson will be moving in to her daughter’s new digs on Pennsylvania Avenue – at least temporarily. Apparently this is not something forced upon the First Son-in-Law; it seems they have a pretty good relationship. In fact, Marian Robinson cared for the two Obama daughters during the campaign.

Why is she in LeeZard’s Hall of Fame? I’ll tell you why, she’s got SPUNK and, unlike Lou Grant, LeeZard likes spunk. When she was well into her 60s, Marian Robinson ran the 50- and 100-yard dashes in the Illinois senior games.

But what I really like about TFMIL is her attitude toward Dad and Mama Obama’s rules for their kids. Quoting from a recent New York Times story:

“Bedtime at 8:30 p.m.? ‘That’s ridiculous,’ Robinson told the Boston Globe last year, suggesting that was too early. Television for only an hour? ‘That’s just not enough time,’ she said.

As for the organic foods the Obama’s favor? ‘That’s not my thing,’ said Robinson, who enjoys salty food and dismissed efforts to make such dishes more healthful. ‘If you’re going to have fried chicken,’ she said, ‘have fried chicken!’”

Yeah! LeeZard hopes she moves in permanently.

Chateau LeeZard sits about a block from the Green River, unfortunately made infamous by Gary Ridgway (sic) “The Green River Killer,” who, in 2003, confessed to murdering 48 women. That bad ju-ju aside, the river meanders quietly through the Kent Valley, about 20-miles south of Seattle. As rivers go, it’s not very big.

There is a walking/running/bicycle trail along the river that connects to the regional trail system. You can go for miles in either direction. LeeZard and “Da Boys” love it. Why am I telling you all of this?

Those of you who don’t live here may have heard about the very serious flooding that hammered Western Washington State last week after several weeks of heavy snow followed by heavier rain.

Here are two pix of my quiet little river. The trees you see are about 2/3 under water and, this was one of the very few places in Western WA where a river was not at flood stage.

LeeZard’s thoughts and prayers are with everyone in the Mideast. Certainly Israel has a right to defend itself from Hamas rocket attacks. But, the Palestinians are also entitled to their own independent state, once they acknowledge Israel’s right to exist and renounce terrorism. LeeZard is against any sort of fanaticism. Hey, it's not rocket science.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Mother We Have Missed You (Click here to see Mother's First Guest Column)

©2009 by LeeZard

Back by popular demand, our esteemed guest Columnist, Mother Goose!

“Fiddle Dee, Fiddle Day, I could not stay away,” she told LeeZard. “There’s just too much going on today.”

“And by the way,” she added, “I know what’s troublin’ ya. So let’s spend some time with the letter Dubya.”

Tell us how you really feel Mother.
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Rub a glug glug, Dick Cheney’s a thug
And who else do you think was there?
Why, Rumstead and Dubya,
Going to war,
Based on lies meant to scare ya.

Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
failed Americans and made them cry.
When the time came to pay,
Georgy Porgy ran away.

Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The consitution’s on hold, the war rages on.
Where's the congress to balance and check?
Under the thumb of the Dubya wreck!

Hey, diddle, diddle!
It still is a riddle,
How Dubya jumped over the moon.
For eight long years
He laughed at us,
While his minions acted like goons.

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And hired her to write Dubya’s legacy.

Baa, baa, Obama,
Have you any wool?
Yessir, Yessir,
Three bags full;
One for Congress,
One toward our goal,
One for corporate America,
But with tighter control.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Obama’s the man!
Wants an economic fix,
As fast as he can.
Craft it, submit it,
And mark it emergency,
Then pray for Congress
To get off its collective ass.

Caroline Kennedy
Could eat no crow,
She came across condescending.
And so, for Hillary’s senate seat,
The governor’s choice is still pending.

Wee Governor Blagojavich runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
“Senate seat for sale,
Wanna trade some stock?"