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Is today a different day for the R presumptive candidate as speculation swirls around him…as reports snake around the governor’s mansion in the great state of Indiana…wanting the answer…who will be the R running mate..the vice president?… No one will know until the big announcement at 11:00am on Friday, July 15.
Until then, let me recite for you a traditional, English nursery rhyme published in 1774. Here goes:
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.
So, let’s see if the presumptive nominee gets the pundit birds to sing sweet songs of political harmony, should he choose the one pence. The one pence who would bring experience and a conservative record…perhaps unification…Let’s see then…
There was such a commotion,
that little Jenny wren
Flew down into the garden,
and put it back again.
My golden self adores this nursery rhyme. SheShe sings it to me on occasion. Maybe, just maybe she’ll sing this tomorrow.
The research speaks for itself regarding the intelligence of dogs… the vocabulary of a dog…no wonder I try so hard…a golden dog trying to understand politics.
According to learned psychologists and experts on dog intelligence, the average trained dog understands 160-165 words. Super smart dogs have a vocabulary upward to 250 words…like that of a 2 1/2-year-old child. So give me a break when I tell you that I remain confused with the political conversations and shared rhetoric on both sides as they race to the White House. And by the way, my golden self is not ranked among the super smart and I am OK with that.
So, after the Bern Man and the Lady finally came together and announced their “togetherness”, she “threw the refrigerator”at the opposing sides presumptive candidate in her speech that sealed the deal between her and Sandy as they stood on the dias together. I know this is a strong woman and hopefully we respect this about her… but it’s impossible, is it not, that she threw a kitchen appliance at anyone…?!? In response… to her flying apparatus, the R guy did not even duck… He’s spending most of his time nailing down his vice presidential running mate…it’s said that…”He’s searching for the running mate who will help him to “change the dressing”. So, here they both are now in the kitchen. She’s supposedly throwing everything she can get her hands on at this one…while he, supposedly, is looking for his number two guy who’ll represent change, a change-over from the usual oil & vinegar slick to what?…thousand island perhaps??…he’s definitely not thinking green goddess for sure…and whatever his change over dressing is…it will be served on the side.
I do believe that I used up my entire word bank on this one.
Here we go again, but this time I really am more in control of understanding the political games and lingo used between our R and D sides…I think.
Let me start with the vetting of the possible candidates for the office of the Vice President of the United States. My dog sensibilities understand the importance of going to the vet on a regular basis, so both parties score high from me on this. But this vetting process or selection process seems different from my vet visits. Aside from checking all vitals of these folks there are strategies, political strategies utilized on both the D and the R sides. Seems each seeks either strengthening their hand through their respective candidate or doubling down with their candidate.
Now strengthening their hand, I deal with that everyday. I’m learning the skill sets of a therapy dog, so I know who is in charge and it’s not me. It’s SheShe. I follow her lead. She has trained me. She strengthens my resolve, she asks me to do my job and she expects me to be successful and give what is needed. Both parties are looking for a VP that will do just that, know that they are not in charge, know who is in charge, but all the while demonstrating success, projecting the right attitude and giving unending support toward the happy picture. See, I can understand this stuff.
Now we are left with doubling down. Well, this to me is the crazy because I get straight commands from SheShe. She has yet to ask me to go down, after I am already down. Just doesn’t happen. But evidently in this race to the POTUS, both parties are looking at these channels, while selecting their VP. I tell you… I had to go to the Urban Dictionary for a clear understanding. It’s pundit speak, OK?!?
According to the Urban Dictionary, doubling down can have a hyphen or not and remain correct. The meaning, as it applies to politics, is “engaging in risky business”. When doubling down while playing blackjack, a person doubles the bet on the table. The clincher is that this betting person receives only one more additional card. That’s it. See, this is the old card playing scenario, yet again. Now that you have this wealth of golden, researched information, one sees that doubling down, is risky. Let’s see if either party decides to make that super, bold choice, one that perhaps will blow the minds of their voters, confuse, yet in some way delight the voters.
The most interesting aspects of this strengthening verses doubling down is that no names are necessary in my explanation. If it looks like a pig with lip-stick, it’s a pig-with lipstick. And by the way, there is nothing politically wrong with that. A pig has choices.
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Where to begin with the political scene? With yesterdays chain of events, my befuddled golden head had to seek a cool corner, not due to the summer heat, but because of the unending chicanery and duplicity that continues to surface on both sides in the race for the presidency of the USA.
The presumptive D candidate yesterday played out this way…”charged with political disaster”…”careless not criminal”…”the truth factor issue”…”bribery”…”it’s not over with ongoing investigations from and through the FBI”… there was a plethora of troubling and unclear accusations. The closer for this fair lady was when the 44th gave his stump speech supporting her race to the White House. As he sat on the stage with the lady, she kept pointing out all of the many areas, mostly domestic in nature that are in serious need of repair and policy changes. Yes, and she would make things happen that have not been happening for years… and people don’t want to continue waiting. Confusing??… And the 44th agreed silently, smiling to the crowd as he stumped. Wow! That was a running dichotomy…a conflict…he didn’t…so she would? I’m beyond understanding this.
The presumptive R candidate today played out this way…”hundreds of bankruptcy filings hurting the little workers…”continued business practices that harm the hard-working people”…”he won’t pay and doesn’t care”…”frequent flyer in bankruptcy”…a shameful man…”used bankruptcy laws to his credit”…”still has not released his tax return”…”not fighting for the average person but for himself”…I’m beyond understanding this.
I’m a dog. I have a job. I do my job and when I don’t, more training shows up for me. This is good. My golden goal shows me as a well-behaved and trusted golden that gives happiness to others. So, if you are a government employee, part of your job is acting in a credible and ethical manner. If you are a business person, part of your job is acting in a credible and ethical manner. Enough said… Perhaps this race could use some golden goals.
Here comes the fresh and juicy, juicy tomatoes off the local vines. Here comes the fresh strawberries hand-picked from the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. And here comes the abundance of fresh sweet basil from my garden. Seeing the shiny, glossy green leaves of this special herb is a summer delight. Touch or rub the leaves and its aromatics lace the air with a spicy and distinguished fragrance. So, let the foodies challenge begin! We adore this herb. My summer plates evolve around the inclusion of basil. And by first frost (Zone 7), fresh basil plants and their bounty will be a fleeting memory and sorely missed. So, while basil is here, it’s king. (The name Basil comes from the Greek word “Basileus” meaning King or people’s leader).
Here are some simple suggestions for the aforementioned. You don’t need a recipe, just snip the leaves, cut up the tomatoes, slice the strawberries and make mouth-watering crowd pleasing and nutritional dishes. Warning… fresh basil is intoxicating, garden-fresh tomatoes… addictive and fresh strawberries…well there are never enough.
Maintaining fresh-cut herbs: Suggest trimming the sprigs in the AM before the heat of the day arrives. Then immediately rinse under cold water, shake off excess and place the bunch of cut herbs in a container of water. Place container in a cool place away from sunny windows. Your bouquet will stay fresh and last a remarkable amount of time, while also bringing in the aromatics of the plant to your kitchen.
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Come light and linger
Creep among the cracks and stones
Be bright and seek grace
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