Betsy Devine: Funny ha-ha and/or funny peculiar

So, who’s reporting it? Only John DiStaso: This week, Superior Court Judge Philip Mangones denied GOP motions to dismiss the Democrats’ civil suit. The judge rejected the GOP’s arguments that the Democrats’ suit was barred by the statute of limitations on Nov. 5, 2002, three years after the date of phone-jam operation. Mangones noted favorably that Democrats had argued that “critical information regarding the potential involvement of national political figures, and other information, came to light” in June 2004. Tomorrow, Mangones is scheduled to hear the Democrats’ motion to dismiss a Republican counter-claim alleging the Democrats’ suit is part of a ploy orchestrated from the national level to manipulate the court system and media for political gain.

Yes, you read that right. NH Republicans claim that their behavior should face no legal reprimand–because Democrats nationally made a stink about it. What a great argument–I’m sure it will later get applied to the latest NH Republican telephone hijinks.

In related news, NH Republican Senator Charlie Bass admitted his top policy director Tad Furtado had been trolling liberal blogs from US Government computers in defiance of federal law prohiting use of taxpayer funds for politicking. Using aliases like “IndyNH”, Furtado posed as a Democrat who felt Bass was unbeatable and basically a good guy. He urged others to give up on Bass’s opponent and direct their resources to other elections.

Funny that Charlie Bass’s policy director, after eight years of working for Charlie Bass, didn’t think that the NH GOP had a policy forbidding deceptive campaign tactics…

Maybe Tad Furtado just forgot to sign the famous NH Republican post-phone-jamming ethics pledge forbidding any activity that would “corrupt or degrade the political process.”

From the top of the Empire State Building, everyone says, people walking around on the street look like little ants.

I’ve been wandering in Manhattan today, and you know what? The people don’t really look like little ants.

They look like people, who have their own public charms and warts, and private hopes and anguishes, just like the ones that you have, the ones that I have.

But don’t you think that, from the White House, we just look like little ants?

The Christian Right gears up for 2006–but telling the truth isn’t one of their “family values”: Connie Marshner, a veteran organizer, distributed a step-by-step guide that recommended obtaining church directories and posing as a nonpartisan pollster to ask people how they planned to vote. “Hello, I am with ABC polls,” a suggested script began…

Confronted by reporters about such deception, Tony Perkins, president of the Family Research Council, declared himself mildly “upset.” Meanwhile, Ms. Marshner defended phone call deception as “a common campaign tactic,” which indeed it is–for example, in New Hampshire and in Indiana, to quote two examples from September, 2006.

And Connie (Connaught) Marshner is no clueless newbie, ignorant of the way Christian Conservatives like to campaign. She has been plying her trade for “pro-family” policies for thirty-plus years–check out this praise of her work and ponder the mindset behind the compliment that “she even reached out to black churches.” What a gal.

In fact, I’m wondering what role Connie Marshner might have played in the NH State Republican party’s 2004 effort enlisting NH churches to hand out Republican flyers while deceiving reporters about their actions.

You’d think Connie Marshner would have her heart in the right place, considering her stated objections to the church of Sun Myung Moon

“They’re not on our team because they don’t have the same agenda,” said Connaught Marshner, executive vice-president of the Free Congress Research and Education Foundation. “They’ve said things suggesting that their goal is to take over the U.S. government.”

Funny, I have exactly the same concern about Connie Marshner and her unscrupulous pals from the Religious Right…

Just got home from renting a UHaul van–how many times in my life have I driven around in one of those orange-and-white truck-monsters, schlepping my furniture from place to place or (all these years later) my daughters’ furniture…

There’s just something about boosting myself way up into the driver’s seat, turning down the air conditioner’s mighty fan (at rental time, they set it to “nuclear blast strength”)…

I release the parking brake–loud, satisfying thunk! Suddenly, I’m younger than springtime and ten feet tall.

The cup holders are new, but I like them. They fit right in. Four cup holders, though the van seats just two people. And each one is wide and deep enough to hold one of those really, really huge drinks that nobody finishes. Milkshakes for giants, coffee for narcoleptics who’ll drive until dawn.

Something about those cup holders has made me nostalgic tonight for the road, for the many cross-continent road trips our family took in the eighties and nineties–gators and craters and dinosaur bones–the Meramec Caverns (Missouri), the world’s largest hand-dug well (middle of Kansas), the Terre Haute Historical Society (Indiana), and “Questions people ask about Harold Warp” (Nebraska)…

Surely I could go all those places right now if I just filled up four cup holders with Dunkin coffee and drove all night….

Walt Whitman would have loved UHaul, and those cup holders.

Marijne, Floortje, Milan, Madelief, Karel, Jelmer, Wessel

Originally uploaded by ėtı.

What fun, a pregnancy-class reunion–and the Dutch word for that seems to be “pufclubreünie”!

What fun to stumble across other people’s wonderful photos on Flickr, Bubbleshare, Picasa, etc., etc.

Oxford window

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine.

Picture worth a thousand words?

Then adding more words would just make this blogpost too long.

“GOP Trying to Blacklist Rosie O’Donnell“?

Yeah, right–Republican strategists want “The View” to fire its new co-host just the way Republican fundraisers want Hillary Clinton to disappear.

The RNC heads its new anti-Rosie rant with

DEMS’ “ROSIE” VIEW ON WAR ON TERROR

Cut-And-Run Defeatocrats Across The Country Take Their Cues From Hollywood Friends And Advisors

The RNC perfectly understands that its base can’t get enough trash-talk about uppity women. So, when Hillary-hating gets stale but cheers won’t start for “Down with Nancy Pelosi,” Rosie O’Donnell is a perfect new target.

And commenters over at FreeRepublic are thrilled:

• The only woman worse than Rosie is Hitlery because Sen. Cankles actually has some power.
• Someone change Barbara Walters’s underwear. she does own a piece of “The View”, doesn’t she? How’s that decision to hire Rosie working out Babs?
• Rosie’s presence back in the national spotlight could not have come at a better time for Republicans. She puts quite a face on hatred and meaness towards God and country. Cindy Sheehan is a lightweight, but Rosie is a heavyweight on a broadcast network surrounded by air headed shills like Barbara WaWA. Lots of voters do not know who Nancy Pelosi or Maxine Waters is, but when Rosie spews her venom, it gets attention.
• Gee, an outspoken leftist dyke with an eating disorder who hates the President and Christianity. Well, that takes care of the female half of Moveon, ACT, NARAL and the World Workers Party. I would run commercials every day of Rosies rant. At the end, say, “This is todays Democrat Party.”

For RNC spinners, the future looks very “Rosie.”

Is this what getting old is going to feel like? Because I can remember when any hotel room was a new adventure.

And part of me hollers that no thunderstorm should ever be…just another thunderstorm.

But I’m tired tonight. It’s been a good day, a good trip, time with good friends, a lot to look forward to tomorrow. But I miss Frank. And I’m tired.

It occurs to me that this grumpy lassitude is what being tired has always felt like, at every age I’ve been so far.

Good night, thunderstorm. I need some sleep.

When I remember that day five years ago, I remember the sorrow that drew even strangers together.

And I remember the warm-hearted way that people in Canada, France, England, and elsewhere reached out to to show sympathy for America’s pain.

Think back there now–didn’t you then wake up every morning, determined to go forward as a better person?

Those are a few things from that black time worth remembering.

Dave Winer blogged that day as it happened.

On September 11, 2005, I also remembered the day.

Email from Judy starts out (wouldn’t it be nice if all email did?) with “I LOVE your blog!” Then, with her permission I’m sharing this, she continues…

About jewel weed though: rub it on your skin after being exposed to poison ivy and it takes away the itch! I grew up in upstate New York, and didn’t know about this cure, even though my skin was bubbled up with poison ivy rash throughout most of my young life (in the summer). Once, I read that an antidote plant often grows in proximity to an irritant plant. Nature rocks.

One other New England antidote, from my own past…

It must have been fifteen years ago when, just past sunset, our dog Marianne raced into the house and dive-bombed my lap, bringing with her all the fresh fragrance of angry skunk.

Whew!

Fortunately, I was fully prepared, with

• one giant can of tomatoes
• four small children
• one moonlit NH lake

We escorted Marianne down to the lake beach, waded her out hip-deep (her hips, not ours), and massaged her from nose to toes with squishy tomatoes–one tomato per small massager.

At the end of this process, Marianne smelled enough like herself (plus tomatoes) that we could all manage to sleep in the same house with her. And, at the end of the summer, “the day Marianne met a skunk” was voted the best day by several of those small participants.

I feel very confident recommending this method as a skunk antidote.

You can even use a big bathtub instead of a lake–but try not to omit small children, they’re part of the magic.