When I was a kid, my grandfather told me that the dog was a man's best friend. He meant “man's best friend,” but added a superfluous article. Years later I figured out it meant dog and man as species, not just some weird guy Grampa knew. Anyway, my vet just sent me a reminder that it's time for Omar's shots, a note that begins, “If you're like most pet owners, you consider your pet's health to be just as important as your own.” That's sad. If “most pet owners” really feel that way, the dogs aren't the only sick puppies.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Look. You can either be a rational being, or a deist. Pick one, but then don't ask for any job that calls for the other. I'm looking at a picture in the paper of Obama and McCain flanking some evangelist preacher after a spirited round of Holier-than-Thou at his big box tabernacle. Great, says I. This clears my calendar for the first Tuesday following the first Monday in November. And all three of these clowns are wearing suits and dress shirts, but no ties. Which doesn't look casual- just crummy. Look. Dress up or dress down. Pick one.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Look, I got definite tree-hugger tendencies. Given the choice between mountaintop removal for cheap coal and rolling blackouts across the eastern U.S., I'll go for the widespread human misery every time. I'd rather see every motorhome in America up on blocks and rusting than cause passing anxiety to even a single caribou. But still. Could we stop talking about saving the planet? The planet doesn't need saving- it's already been through much heavier changes than anything humans can do. Methane atmosphere? Cool. Continental drift? Not a problem. Mountains rise and fall. Species come and go. The planet don't care.