Sunday, January 22, 2017
Donning a black pussyhat, the music icon caused more controversy by dropping the F-bomb four times, sparking a slew of apologies from broadcasters airing the protest live.
She went on to speak of her rage at the election result, telling the crowd she had thought a lot about 'blowing up the White House' but knew that it 'wouldn't change anything'.
Secret Service Office Spokeswoman apparently told sources that the well known singer had crossed the line and that the Secret Service takes all threats seriously, even more so when they are made in public and broadcast nationally.
|Sampling Station Located at Raintree Country Club in South Charlotte|
|Every Green Dot is a sample Red Dots are samples that are of concern.|
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Though black squirrels are common or predominant in many areas of North America, their overall rarity (perhaps as few as 1 in 10,000) has caused many towns, cities, colleges, and universities to take special pride in their populations of black squirrels. Several cities and towns in the United States and one in Canada make efforts to publicly promote their local populations of black squirrels.
CP's Take: I'm not a fan of squirrels, and living in a home surrounded by massive trees make squirrels basically public enemy number one. So far this one has not decided that my attic should be his home. However, I do see where a stuffed black squirrel fetched a robust $150.00 on eBay recently, just saying.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
|Madison Aurora Mercedes 2001-2016|
Which meant the breeder had a house full of 9 playful pups, growing bigger by the day into big black dogs.
Even at the shelter black dogs are the always the last to find homes.
For the next three years Madison rode "shot gun" everywhere. Only when work started taking me to Charleston for days at a time did she stay behind. She would later team up with two other adopted Labs, Abby and Callie. But Madison was always the leader to the younger two. Kind and tolerant, crazy smart, full of energy and always ready to lead the way and go for a run.
“People love dogs. This is, I hope, the least surprising sentence you will read in this book. I myself have had long discussions with my dog friends, and by that I mean my friends who are dogs.” - Bill Nye
Madison AKA @myweatherdog on twitter, CP's weather tweeting sidekick was often the basis for the crazy doggie humor posted between more serious weather notes and updates.
Early last year her stride began to slow and the once steady 70 pounds of puppy playfulness began to fade. As the vet explained to me, "she's nearly 16 and that's 5 years past her expiration date". The average life span of a Labrador Retriever is about 10 years.
At first it was the long stretch of stairs from the yard to the deck that she could no longer bound up at breakneck speed. Then is was the three steps at the front door. As fall arrived she would often get "stuck" in some far corner of the yard, but with some encouragement or a gentle pull on her collar she could get moving again.
By Halloween her appetite had waned and her tail no longer wagged. But she still wanted to run and a long slow walk wasn't totally out of the question, as long as she didn't have to walk back to the house.
From Thanksgiving on I would carry her outside to use the bathroom 3 or more times a day. Once on all fours she would wobble a little, but she would become a little more steady once she had forward motion. There were times that she thought she young again and she would try to jump over small things and even try to run, but her body wouldn't cooperate. So it was that she spent the last few weeks before Christmas, just laying on the deck in the sun, barking encouragement to Callie who would charge across the yard to let the deer on the golf course know they had been seen.
Sadly the front part of Madison worked fine but the back half was no longer cooperating and while the front half would get up but the back half would not follow.
As her bladder began to fail she would have accidents, but I didn't mind. The 2 am bark to go out that once was a simple flip the lights on and open the door became an hour long process of carrying her out the front door and following along offering encouragement and leading her around the yard at painfully slow gait. At times she would fall over, or just "sink" into a pile of black fur on the sidewalk, and I'd pick her up and steady her till she could get moving again. Then I'd carry her back inside and softly place her on a rug on the kitchen floor so she could watch all that went on around her.
My goal was Christmas, if we could just make it to Christmas once more, I would tell myself. It wasn't really necessary since, when you have a Lab in the house, every day is Christmas. Every morning to a Lab is another joyous day, rain, snow, cold, hot, the sight of just a leash or food bowl was reason enough to jump for joy as if it were Christmas morning.
When I carried her into the vet's office a few days after Christmas she could barely hold her head up. It was time, even if I couldn't admit it to myself. Her vet Dr. Blair Smith was kind enough to stroke my arm, as I choked back the tears, and tell me it was ok. And in a moment Madison was gone.
“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons. ” - James Thurber
Mrs. Cedar and I live on a golf course with 2 dozen acres of wet lands beyond the groomed and manicured fairways. For 16 years Madison would race towards the sand traps on the golf course yet, dutifully stay clear as commanded, least she leave huge dog tracks in the pristine sand.
|Madison with Abby close behind heading for the creek. Circa 2007|
So no better place to spread her ashes than the golf course.
Amazing what little remains of a cremated 70 pound dog.
So late in the afternoon Mrs. Cedar and I let her ashes gently fall into the sand trap behind our home. Finally, after all these years of saying no, she can play in the sand trap. The sand and her ashes blended seamlessly. Inside five minutes the small wooden box was empty. In the fading half-light as a winter day ends, we laugh, we cry, we walk hand and hand home without Madison.
And the joke will always be the same, from now on whenever an unsuspecting golfer hits out of the bunker behind my home, we will be able to say "there goes Madison again" as free as the wind, drifting in and out of sight a never ending explosion of energy and joy.
“If there is a place in heaven for Labrador Retrievers (and I trust there is or I won't go) it'll have to have a brook right smack in the middle - a brook with little thin shoals for wading and splashing; a brook with deep, still pools where they can throw themselves headlong from the bank; a brook with lots of small sticks floating that can be retrieved back to shore where they belong; a brook with muskrats and muskrat holes; a brook with green herons and wood ducks; a brook that is never twice the same with surprises that run and swim and fly; a brook that is cold enough to make the man with the dog run like the devil away from his shaking; a brook with a fine spot to get muddy and a sunny spot or two to get dry.” - Gene Hill
Monday, January 9, 2017
CP is no fan of Meryle Streep neither the actor or the mouth piece for liberal causes. Not surprisingly her moment in the spotlight at last night golden globes gave her a chance to yap about Donald Trump and the evil empire.
Surprisingly Trump didn't respond via Twitter, rather he took a call from a NY Times reporter doing a follow up to Streeps comments.
Streeps wandering discourse us here:
Please sit down. Thank you. I love you all. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend. And I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year, so I have to read.
Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said: You and all of us in this room really belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it: Hollywood, foreigners and the press.
But who are we, and what is Hollywood anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island; Sarah Paulson was born in Florida, raised by a single mom in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids in Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Italy. And Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in London — no, in Ireland I do believe, and she’s here nominated for playing a girl in small-town Virginia.
Ryan Gosling, like all of the nicest people, is Canadian, and Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, and is here playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners. And if we kick them all out you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.
They gave me three seconds to say this, so: An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us, and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that. Breathtaking, compassionate work.
But there was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart. Not because it was good; there was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh, and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter. Someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it, and I still can’t get it out of my head, because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kinda gives permission for other people to do the same thing. Disrespect invites disrespect, violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others we all lose. O.K., go on with it.
O.K., this brings me to the press. We need the principled press to hold power to account, to call him on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in the Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press and all of us in our community to join me in supporting the Committee to Protect Journalists, because we’re gonna need them going forward, and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.
One more thing: Once, when I was standing around on the set one day, whining about something — you know we were gonna work through supper or the long hours or whatever, Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is, and we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be proud of the work Hollywood honors here tonight.
As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia, said to me once, take your broken heart, make it into art.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
The 100 pound 21 year old is now known more for her provocative poses than for her Olympic Gold and Silver Medals. But stand by, she recently hinted at a singing career, so we shall see.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2016
On Veterans Day, Ernest Walker and his service dog were enjoying the free meal that Chili’s Restaurants across the country were offering to veterans.
Walker was wearing a military uniform without a nametag, which he purchased after retirement, when he says another customer at the Cedar Hill, Texas restaurant questioned whether he was actually in the service.
Walker says an elderly customer approached him and asked about his service.
“‘They didn’t let you blacks over in World War II,’ That’s exactly what he said to me, but this guy is 70-some years old,” Walker recalled.
(CP Notes: The customer is clearly wacked, for Walker to be a WWII vet he'd have to be around 90 years old. Maybe the old guy was just an angry racist?)
The man left and walked toward the back of the restaurant. Soon, a manager came to Walker’s table.
When a manager then questioned the veteran, he showed him his discharge papers and identification. “He should have said, ‘thank you for your service; I’m sorry.’ Instead of him saying that, he says to me, ‘well he [the other customer] says your service dog is not real and you haven't removed your hat so you're a fake.'”
(CP Notes: On the video the manager can be seen taking Walker’s food away. Walker clearly agitated didn't really help his case but you can't blame him.)
CP Update: The manager was fired and Chilli's apologized.
Cedar's Take: The "Stolen Valor" enforcer bull shit has gotten out of hand. Sure there are posers out taking advantage of free food, up front parking, getting dates with gullible women and taking advantage of the gratitude of others, but if I called out every retired service member for not removing their "cover" (hat) entering a restaurant I'd be freaking crazy busy.
US Naval Academy midshipmen learn early on the phrase "Eyes in the boat" in other words worry about yourself and not others.
I'm guilty of cracking of my CMPD friends for standing around with their hands in their pockets, and there's this retired Marine who every Sunday walks into the Original Pancake House wearing his dirty Marine Corps hat and happily dines with it affixed to his head.
As many retired and former service members I know who proudly display their service there are many who don't. They quietly go about their lives seeking neither free stuff or gratitude. I have an acquaintance who served in both Iraq and Afghanistan and as he put it, "I just got tired of hearing thank you for your service".
When I asked him why, he responded that it wasn't that he didn't appreciate the accolades it was just he was tired of talking about it, then he added then there are the jackasses who want to quiz me with trick questions. I'm just tired of the "bull shit".
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
The Afterglow In Wrigleyville - Cedar's cousin lives in Wrigleyville and posted these photos Thursday morning which I promptly stole to share with you.
Oh yes the Election - Thank God we are nearly done with this election process. The smell is overwhelming. The FBI folding like a lawn chair, the bias reporting, Trump's mouth, Hillary's voice. And saving the worst for last Mecklenburg County Board of County Comissioners Vilma Leake will be re-elected again. Looking forward to another 2 years of mindless comments like this:
Cedar's Take: The election process is far too long. The idea of one nation under God is lost.
If I had it my way there would be one primary date and one election date.
No election ads print radio TV or internet on election day.
PAC's would be banned.
Using another candidate's image without consent would be forbidden.
Polls would be outlawed.
Uniform laws with regard to voting times, and registration requirements.
Robo Calls would be unlawful
Early voting would be limited to one date two weeks prior.
Election Day would be a national holiday.
Monday, November 7, 2016
This is amazing watch the on camera start and end of Sarah-Blake Morgan's report of Barrack Obama's visit to Charlotte. How many time does Blinky blink? Got me I lost track at 28 times in 30 seconds. The video may also still be here.
Here's Blinky's tweet about Barrack Obama's visit to Charlotte last Friday.
So when I call her out on this embellishment her response is to block me on twitter.
I know it should all be good news.
Yes the white folks behind the President are selected to stand behind him because they are wait for it.... white.
By the way, the above photo was tweeted by a competing news crew from CNN, proof that there is indeed "no honor among thieves".
Yep they actually dressed up as sleep deprived reporters covering the election and the presidential candidates.
OK I give, its kinda cute and pretty funny.
But I don't want cute and funny, I want the news, I want the facts, I don't want embellished slanted news, I don't want to be told how I should feel, or that I should cry (Molly) just the facts ma'am just the facts.