Farmers red bounty
Enjoy the bursting gardens
Momentary joy
Haiku poem by PamelaWLucas 8/28/16
Photo by PamelaWLucas 8/28/16
Shorter Days Longer Shadows
Sun licks the blossoms
Silhouettes of light linger
Stay fleeting shadows
Haiku poem by PamelaWLucas 8/27/16
Photo by PamelaWLucas 8/27/16
Golden Brodie recalls this sad week of politics
Looking back on the last several days of strange political twists and outlandish turns has brought me to a bespattered spot with both candidates. Shocking and increasing dismay rolled over my golden coat as the mud-slinging increased…and I mean wet sloppy mud that once it dries…it’s there for a long time. Trust me I know about mud and getting into trouble with the brown stuff. Once I hit that unassuming mud puddle…it’s Katie bar the door…because I am into it up to my …and into my ears. Yeah…it’s a thrill until I finally stop…and boy do I pay for loosing my mind. While I have learned from my mistakes…I still must be ever mindful about the ups and downs associated with mud…and live up to being a proud and responsible golden…I will happily counsel with both candidates, helping them develop their mindfulness…practicing healthy communication…ending their involvement with mud-slinging.
Brodie discusses the flip-flop
I listen to the news on a daily basis, paying particular attention to the presidential candidates… where they campaign…what they say…what their doctors say…what issues are beginning hammered on any given day…what is the mantra, the speak…who has their mojo working. Lately, the speak dances steadily around “the flip-flop.” Each candidate owns beaucoup (I’m practicing my french.) flip-flops, yet neither candidate acknowledges having flip-flops. Well, allow me to tell you about my golden experience on this one.
When I was a young pup, learning my way…training, messing up…messing around…I had experiences with flip-flops. My birth month is May, so being a golden pup my first summer posed many challenges. Learning to hydrate… dealing with the summer heat…staying in the shade…keeping my mouth shut in deep water… waiting on and watching my people…avoiding hot car situations and keeping my self-destructive chewing at a minimum. One of my biggest slip-ups involved the flip-flop. I had this thing about chewing them up…screwing them up…tearing them up…and then hiding the leavings…very cheesy behavior that I had to over-come…and I’m not proud of this. Flip-flopping got me into big trouble…
So…these “want to be” POTUS candidates hopefully understand about what’s at stake when they make a reversal of their position, …when they volte-face (French practice again)…I’ll offer that it’s politics…it’s called blowing with the wind…going for the vote…working the polls…calling in the chit… Alas, the flip-flop is here to stay…get over it…and continue listening carefully during these last 70 plus days until election day.
Brodie covers… “off-putting” Presidential Candidates
Some folks find Mr. T’s (R candidate) eating habits “a little more than off-putting.” Examples of what he consumes are McDonald’s, overcooked steaks, bacon and over-well eggs, taco bowls and foods on sticks. Other says that the Lady’s (D candidate) “sharp lecturing tone” is off-putting… so off-putting that folks who are open to her message…they can even tune out…missing her message due to her penetrating tone. Let’s examine this.
Mr. T’s food choices are fine with me. There is not one single food item on his list that I would turn down…and I’d for sure drag all of these dishes out of my kitchen trash can…but then I’m a golden.
The voice of the Lady…well, we should all strive to listen to each other. Maybe…just perhaps…when becoming passionate about her topic… she can’t help but raise her voice to make a point. Now…I will also offer that my trainer and my people find me more cooperative and responsive to an even tone that allows me to slow down, relax and listen…but then I’m a golden.
“Off-putting” is a weird combo of words. The “off” I totally understand…but when teamed up with the “putting”…well…it’s just offensive to my golden sensibilities.
Summer Frame
Fill the summer frame
Verdant Mother Nature sings
Departing too soon
Haiku poem by PamelaWLucas 8/18/16
Photo by PamelaWLucas 8/18/16
Brodie visits Pinocchio in the political hospital
I found my golden self in the political hospital intensive care visiting poor abused Pinocchio. He’s been put through the ringer (Google it). His weary nose continues stretching to record lengths during this race to grab the role of POTUS in 2017. He really didn’t want to chat… He did reveal that he keeps trying to go into hiding, but alas the media is on him like a duck on a June bug (Google it). Here’s why…
The Washington Post has a column by Glenn Kessler, journalist…Glenn researches statements, promises made by our candidates…vetting the statements…he uncovers half-truths/stretching the truth/full lies/flip-flopping and the piece de resistance comes when he awards a “Geppetto Checkmark” which represents “the truth and nothing but the truth.” Score is being kept for these infractions/stretches of the truth spouted by the Lady (D Party) and Mr. T (R Party) as they stump their way through rallies, gatherings, town hall meetings, interviews…late night scenes…Seems Mr. T has more Pinocchio’s than the Lady… however, the Post is quick to point out that Mr. T has made more speeches and appearances…and offered loads of impromptu remarks… than the Lady who reads from prepared scripts and has limited her appearances…he keeps getting caught up in his cuffs and she continues to deliver her lines promptly…
In the meantime, poor Pinocchio needs a vacation on an island that offers daily facials. Put him in your thoughts as we roll toward the presidential debates. Pinocchio told me he plans to fill his ears with cotton, turn off the TV…shut down his computer, mute his phone and hope that his nose picks up no vibrations…unless…of course…Geppetto Checkmark’s begin filling the airwaves. Could happen?!
Pray, Eat, Survive
Bees and bugs do it
Harvest nectar, munch the bugs
Pray fast stay alive
Haiku poem by PamelaWLucas 8/17/16
Photo by PamelaWLucas 8/15/15
Brodie explains “Extreme Vetting”
Lots of noise out there about Mr. T and his latest quotable sound bite regarding “extreme vetting.” What he has proposed has happened in the past…according to The Washington Post 8/16/16…”It has happened before: During the Cold War, there was ideological screening under the 1940 Alien Registration Act, designed to prevent the entry of communists, anarchists and others. Immigrants are currently required to know basic civics as part of a citizenship test, and Trump’s extreme vetting would require visa applicants’ affirmative agreement with those principles — though he wasn’t clear whether he would do this with a legislative change (which would be unassailable) or a unilateral executive action.” So there are few details in this vetting…let me fill in the golden blanks.
Vetting is something that I do on a regular basis. My buddies go through the same. When I was a growing up pup, I experienced “extreme vetting” until I grew to one year. Then the older I got the less this happened…but never the less, my vetting now happens at least bi-annually and if I’m lucky that’s it. Vetting keeps me healthy, keeps me from making other dogs ill and ensures that I continue to live a healthy and happy golden life. There is a price to pay for this. I must have my shots updated and recorded. Then I can get my tag that says I have had certain tests and I can’t give rabies. I must have a fecal check so as not to spread nasty communicable diseases. Sitting on a scale is required…a gum & teeth check occurs. I don’t complete any forms or exercise my brain or make any statements about neutering or no-kill shelters or puppy mills…I don’t have to know that the cardinal is my state bird or that the tiger swallowtail butterfly is my state’s insect… I do annually live up to the social norms associated with me…we comply…so I live legally as a licensed domesticated dog within the great Commonwealth of Virginia. Interesting that each state has its rules and regulations to abide by regarding licensing dogs. I heart VA.
So… my vetting keeps me and others safe and I’m legal…Can’t comment of Mr. T’s.
A succulent blooms
Quiet after the rain
Fleshy plant blooms in morning
Embracing the sun
Haiku Poem by PamelaWLucas 8/16/16
Photo by PamelaWLucas 8/16/16
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