Brodie drops “The List” for Election Day

Amazing that over 10 million elephants and donkeys have already voted for their POTUS….as of October 29th…and November 8 is drawing near..the drop dead date…the final…the closing bell…the bottom-line…the jig will be up date.  So, I put together a golden list for your consideration…for those of you who are choosing to vote in a traditional manner…voting on THE DAY in your assigned polling place.  Remember that I am a dog and therefore cannot vote…but this would be my list to follow if I could…

  • Rise early and consume a healthy breakfast.  Avoid doubling down on anything…that’s over… and by all means “avoid any challenges such as “I triple-dog dare you to vote for ….Stand firm even if you feel the ground rocking under your paws…sorry feet.
  • Be sure to bring your Rabies Certificate…my bad… State Driver’s License.
  • Greet all donkeys and elephants who are working the entrance and exit polling.  Greet all who are running the voting process.  Grab some good karma while waiting.
  • Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil while waiting in the voting line.
  • Do not take a selfie while voting.  If you have a child/children, take them…lovely teaching moment.
  • Remember loose lips sink ships.  Keep it to yourself.
  • And finally, do not procrastinate… as we all know this can possibly lead to blocked bowel syndrome.
  • Vote and proudly wear your sticker.
  • Do not chase your tail…forgive me… don’t pace the floor during the returns.

Golden Brodie Dogs it to Philadelphia for Ice Cream

Well, welcome one and all to the great city of Philadelphia, PA…to the home of the Hoagie, the Pork and the Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches…you name it sandwiches!…  These folks in the City of Brotherly Love, the 5th largest populous city in the USA is packed with D Party members, voters sitting on the fence, Super-delegates (some possibly in disguises), and the Bern people who came with support for the lady and some of the Bern people who are prepared to be an irritant to the Lady and to her newly announced running mate, Mr. K.  Those two folks are definitely going to have sand in their pants and perhaps all of the sandwich eaters gathered in the Wells Fargo Center will catch this…and sandy pants my friends is not only uncomfortable, but if sand is left tooooo long, an ugly rash could surely appear raising its ugly head…band-aids please.  But what does that have to do with ice cream?

There were whispers and little rumblings that Ben Cohen, yes the Ben of Ben & Jerry’s…yes the Vermont ice cream guy is attending the D convention.  That my friends is why I dogged it to “The Keystone State”.

See… B&J in the past have created a special designer ice cream for people that they admire and/or wanted to celebrate.  There was the “Cherry Garcia” created for Jerry Garcia”; “Whirled Peace” created for John Lennon; and “Yes, Pecan,”to celebrate the inaugural of the 44th President of the United States.

So, I’m on a mission to find Ben and lick his ears and give him the golden retriever lean and persuade him to make an ice cream that honors all dogs.

There is not one person who has mentioned dogs in these political speeches…and I have been listening. So, my hope is that Ben will decide to make “Peach Paws Swirl”.  Luscious, and made to honor all dogs in this world…all dogs that have no vote…all dogs that rely on humans…all dogs that suffer needlessly…and all dogs that have great lives and lastly all dogs that jumped the Rainbow Bridge.  If Ben decides to take up my golden idea…then next comes “Purrrfect”, vanilla, with tiny bits of chocolate shaped like fish.  I adore cats.  Where are you Ben?

 

Needing the long read

Marble bust of Socrates
Marble bust of Socrates, The Long Room at Trinity College                Dublin, Ireland

“True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.”

Socrates, we continue to benefit from your common sense.

 

 

Brodie here. A Golden Commentary and Contemplation 10

This is a day for remembering.   A woman is now the democratic presumptive nominee to run for office of the 45th President of the United States.  This is not confusing.  The history books will find this so recorded.  The memory of this will be forever remembered and discussed.  Ask yourself “What will history record?”

My golden outlook tells me we should forget the associated edgy stuff that has been swirling around regarding the presidential candidates. History will not remember the tittle-tattle or speculation or even care.  So for the moment, “Just Drop it.” I get that this is not easily accomplished for many. I’ll share that I have worked hard learning how to do that command.  See, because I am a retriever, dropping something is just asking too much of me at times.  However, because of my gifted trainer and loving owners, I have learned to listen and not ask questions….usually.  Yes, I can identify that some folks want to hold onto the junk….and miss the moment.  Do yourself a favor, be trainable.  Open up your mind and know that history will so record this event as a monumental step for all humans…”Good Job!”

My first princess goes queen

My freckles and pigtails perfectly balanced my small frame.  My knees were sticking out from my thin little legs.  My skin was soft and creamy and my eyes were as blue as could be.  I needed a pretty princess in my wee life.

So, I loved Princess Elizabeth.  I played with Princess Elizabeth paper dolls.   We shared our birthday month of April.  We were both brunettes and I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.  She married her prince the year I was born and immediately following my fifth birthday she became Queen Elizabeth II.

I watched her coronation on our funky boxy television.  The reception was horrendous but that did not stop her beauty from shining through as she approached Westminster Abbey in her gold “Cinderella like” coach.   The BBC broadcast was the first major event to rattle the radio’s place in society. The coronation of Queen Elizabeth II on June 2, 1953 is said to have been watched by more people on television than heard it on “the wireless”.  And I was there, right up in front of our TV.  My mother kept telling me to get my head out-of-the-way.  I was fixated on my lovely princess going queen on me.

Her crowning moment became part of my life story and on this June 3, very unconsciously, I was drawn to blog about my princess/queen.  Oh the rhythm of life.

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