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Brodie grabs the back story…what is socialism?

Published on by Lucas Pam14 Comments

I’m mouthing and offering you some information regarding “what is socialism?” Yeah, I get confused with this…seems that others do as well.  So I did some research…
Webster’s defines socialism..”a way of organizing a society in which major industries are owned and controlled by the government rather than by individual people and companies.” Synonyms for a socialist government, according to Thesaurus.com are: collectivism, communism, Leninism, Marxism, with more options.  Antonyms for a socialist government are: capitalism and capitalist economy.  No bells and whistles, just definitions.

Now… I have been spending a great deal of my formative golden years becoming socialized.  It always sounds good to me and most of the time being socialized works…when all dogs get along…when all dogs get equal treatment…it works… but other times I feel pounced on…I feel I’m putting forth a greater effort…I feel intimated & don’t feel included… So, then I go back to my basic training to understand the fundamentals…Humans have a similar situation??? …in that socialism gives power to the government…and most of the time that can works?!?!?…

Seems that some humans and politicians (can be one in the same) don’t understand the definition of socialism, and until that epiphany arrives, expect divided playtimes…divided parties…confusion…

And…I’ll gladly provide you with my golden copy of Webster’s.

 

 

 

Stylized photo of Brodie the Golden Retriever

Golden Brodie comforts the D’s through Roll Call in the Q

Published on by Lucas Pam13 Comments

I’ll give you my take on this…from the perspective, remember this, of a golden retriever.

There I was running around on the floor of the D National Convention as delegates gathered for their official Roll Call for their Presidential Candidate. The Sand Man, the Bern, the man of the hour, sat in a seat within the Vermont delegation along with his lovely smiling wife…when will the booing stop?…booing meant for the Lady.  The Q was rocking with D national pride, while being a little on the edge.  Yeah, the edge.  The obvious and voiced disappointment, thoughts of acclamation, the waving up and down of blue Bern signs while votes were loudly cast for the Lady…yet… it was not confusing.  DO THE MOST GOOD were the signs that in many cases replaced signs for both candidates… serious tension in the hall…when would they come together for her?…

I felt I had to go into action.  You might know that I am in training for becoming a therapy dog…and therapy was in order here.  I began leaning on folks in Oklahoma.  They had a huge blue banner for the Sand Man.  They needed some comfort.  They let me lean on them.  Then I went to PA, they had no signs, they wanted me to stand with them…Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union…they welcomed me & stroked my golden head…my four legs kept moving toward the next state to cast their votes..(good that I know the alphabet). ….by South Dakota the D Lady was the First Woman to lead a party into a presidential election…2,382…head the ticket…history was made…the folks on the floor did not know this…the numbers were not flashed to the delegates..SO where’s the close???….S…T…U…V????   Utah, the Beehive State was rocking with Bern signs…V… now I am in the Vermont territory and they pass..that’s the close!!!..so I stick with The Green Mountain State and lean on these folks..and they stroke me…I see little tears in the sides of their eyes…the Sand Man & his lovely wife…now move to a special spot…an emotional spot…and I noticed a chit bag on the floor by his side??? Wyoming the last, and then…26 votes for Vermont…fighters of the political revolution…changing the trajectory of the government…beloved Sand Man…The Bern stood up and rocked the room…He moved to suspend the rules…gave all the votes to the Lady and unity at last…unity at last…but don’t you know that bag of chits somehow ended up in his back pocket…as he walked through the cheering crowd.

Congratulations to the Lady who won the nomination. History was made…and this election will live on in honor for all.

Source: Google
What does it mean to call in a chit?
Call in one’s chits. Chit refers to a favour or record of a sum due on someone. It may refer to some offer or oath made in earnest earlier. So when someone is calling in their chits then they are asking the other person for the repayment of the dues or fulfilment of the oath taken. Usage.

 

Soft, buttery colored golden retriever

Golden Brodie questions a Political Flying Machine and Dressing?

Published on by Lucas Pam7 Comments

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.

Written on refrigerator -Throw This?
A political pundit describing a recent speech given by the democratic candidate…”she threw the refrigerator at him”.

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.

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Brodie spins a political satire.

I do believe that I used up my entire word bank on this one.