Talking Turkey – Farm Raised Turkey

So, in case you haven’t heard, GOP communications director Elizabeth Lauten has resigned over the flap she caused when she started talking smack about the Obama daughters and the faces they were making during the White House turkey pardon ceremony,

I don’t know.

My first thought, when I saw one of the photos taken during the proceeding, was that the girls seemed to be reacting to the grossly large breasts on that turkey.  It looks like that guy is having a hard time walking.

Anyways, I did a little poking around to find out what happens to the pardoned turkeys. I guess the whole idea stated under Harry Truman in 1947. Wikipedia says that Eisenhower ate the turkeys presented to him and Reagan didn’t pardon any during his last year as president.

The post-ceremony saga is pretty sad. The turkeys really have been raised to eat and not to live happily, so they really need a lot of special care if they’re going to survive long and apparently they never get it. They usually don’t live more than a year after their pardon.

A Huffington Post article I read said that, until 2005, the turkeys went to a place called Frying Pan Park until they died. Sounds comfortable. Starting in 2005, they started going to Disney World or Disney Land until animal rights groups asked that they not be sent there because of the treatment they were receiving.

In recent years, a place called Farm Sancutary has pledged to nurture the birds to four – five more years of life on its’ 175-acre refuge. The “spared” birds have also been invited to live out their days at the Wild Turkey Bourbon farm, languishing on 750 acres. Instead, they are now being sent to Mount Vernon where Peace, one of the 2011 turkeys was euthanized.

PAUL RYAN: THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER!

Reporter Terry Camp, from the ABC news Affiliate in Flint, MIchigan, just threw vice presidential candidate Paul Ryan for a loop.

There’s Ryan, responding to a reasonable question about gun violence, coming from a reporter who lives and works in the number one city for violent crime in the nation. Ryan’s rolling out all kinds of pro-people (aka voter) sounding mumbo-jumbo about “opportunity” when everyone knows he just wants to slash social services into the 19th century.

Check it out. The article I’ve attached has a written record of what he said too…just in case the video gets taken down.

 

REFUNDS FOR SPORTS BETTORS

In the wake of Monday’s NFL fiasco, a Las Vegas casino is actually offering refunds to gamblers who bet on Monday’s controversial Seahawks vs. Packers game. Derek Steven, owner of the D Las Vegas, says that the bad calls made by replacement refs that took place at the end of the game were “unacceptable,” and that refunding bettors money was the “right thing to do.”

Pittsburgh quarterback Ben Roethlisberger had this to say about the subject of the refs:

Someone made a good point this morning that maybe we shouldn’t be blaming the refs, but blaming the league, the owners, I don’t know who it is. Maybe it’s not just the officials. We’re putting them in tough situations and it can’t be easy.

Although the replacement refs are basically scabs, Roethlisberger’s comment, I think, is insightful.

And what of Scott Walker’s much touted call for the refs to return? Most accounts I’ve read are casting this as a rare alignment of Walker with organized labor, which he’s sworn to destroy. But his call for the regular refs to return does not necessarily mean he wants them to get what they are bargaining for. Most likely, he wants them to return without making any gains in their contract. Still, I suppose it can be seen a modicum of compromise on Walker’s part, since it is a lockout and not a strike.

At any rate, looks like a slew of angry cheese-heads around the country may be the deciding factor in bringing the NFL lockout to a close. Nice if they would do the same for the teachers.

BUTT CHUGGING: SEMI-SOCIAL DRINKING IN THESE HARD TIMES

Some young people are coming up with some crazy stuff to do during these hard times. Looking at my own life as well as most people I know and observe, I’ve long thought it to be a miracle that anyone in our society survives their twenties. As time passes, this survival seems to become ever more miraculous in view of the destruction of our environment, and the reduction of access to basic needs for the great majority of people.

I was at the gym this evening, tuning in to CNN as I did my cardio workout on the treadmill. That’s all they offer apart from football; so, there really is no choice.

I was actually thankful when they finally took a break from spreading lies about what is going on in Syria and turned to some sad and sordid human interest stories. These tales came in the form of Anderson Cooper’s RidiculList show.

One of the items on Cooper’s show was about butt-chugging.

Apparently, a frat house full of geniuses down at the University of Tennessee were inserting wine up their rectums when one of them ended up in the emergency room because of it. Cooper said it wasn’t the first time something like this has been reported.

It was news to me; and, once I got home, I read up on it a bit.

Sure enough, there have been some instances of this craziness reported as far back as 2007. One article I saw had a photo of a guy laying on the floor with a plastic tube apparently up his glory hole. He looks like he has lost all motor function. I spotted a comment on another site where a reader advised to “do red because white stings.”

I don’t think this practice is as common as, say, quarters was in my day, but it is certainly not unheard of – except by me, before today. Adherents claim that, unlike having a “drink,” in the traditional manner, i.e., through your mouth, this method bypasses the liver and gets you real tanked, real quick. Another benefit is that you won’t have alcohol breath.

If it suits your fancy, you can also soak a tampon in vodka and insert it into your rectum or vagina. Another attractive possibility.

Really re-defines the meaning of the phrase “social drinker,” doesn’t it? I

WHOSE SIDEWALK?

I was rambling down Wilshire Boulevard the other day, wondering if I would ever work in this town again, when I came upon several small plaques, about three inches by seven inches long, made of brass, embedded in the concrete sidewalk. I kept on walking right to the corner to see where they ended. Looking up, I could see where they began was in front of the historic El Rey Theater. I stopped to read the inscription etched on the metal there on the last one. This is what it said: Private Property. Permission to pass over revocable at any time. Whoa! Pretty serious! I looked around cautiously, half-wondering if someone was going to pop out and revoke my permission to pass.

I made it through the area with no incident. Seemed like whoever put them there wanted to make it crystal clear that people better not get to thinking they had some free pass to walk down that sidewalk anytime they wanted.

There were a couple of psudo-business types standing on the corner. I looked at them then back at the plaques. I really wanted them to notice and comment on it. I wanted to know what they thought about it; but, they carried on talking as if the ominous warning stamped onto the sidewalk beneath them did not even exist. I guess they didn’t feel like it applied to them. Maybe never would.

I began to wonder why the owners of the sidewalk would even want to revoke anyone’s passing anyway. If they were drunk and disorderly or insane, surely the owners would just want them to trundle on by. I’m gonna be honest, I pretty much think they are probably put there to try to stop people from forming a picket line or some other kind of protest.

Well, I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve been known to take part in quite a number of just such gatherings – where regular working people are expressing an opinion. It’s true I’ve seen other little signs on the sidewalk that say “Private Property,” but these are really special. They look vintage.

So, I took a little gander at the ole internet wondering if back in the day some historic strike or protest had taken place at the El Rey and the owners had then sent out to the metalsmith to make their best effort to make sure nothing like that ever happened again.

I didn’t find anything like that. I did find one case involving a couple of brothers by the name of Perez-Morciglio who would dress up like Zorro and Darth Vader and perform in front of the Venetian Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas. Just last November, a federal judge in this case ruled that the Venetian lacks the authority to remove the public from the sidewalk.

More recently, the ruling in a case in Wisconsin was, as Jim Gramling of the ACLU put it, “a victory for the most basic form of free speech.” The “Sidewalks and parks are places where people traditionally have exchanged ideas and tried to persuade their neighbors to adopt their views. And unlike other forums for expression, like television or the radio, they can be used without charge, so anyone, rich or poor, can seek an audience there.”

Finally, I discovered a pamphlet put out by the LA Chapter of the National Lawyers’ Guild, on another pretty cool WordPress blog. This piece contains a whole lot of information on the subject.

Based on all this information, along with my own experience, I’d say when you get right down to the brass tacks, those little brass plaques are pretty much filled with a lot of hot air, and they ain’t gonna fly. For the sake of those of us who can’t afford to pay for television ads, let’s make sure we keep it that way.

“The worst illiterate i…

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“The worst illiterate is the political illiterate, he doesn’t hear, doesn’t speak, nor participates in the political events. He doesn’t know the cost of life, the price of the bean, of the fish, of the flour, of the rent, of the shoes and of the medicine, all depends on political decisions. The political illiterate is so stupid that he is proud and swells his chest saying that he hates politics. The imbecile doesn’t know that, from his political ignorance is born the prostitute, the abandoned child, and the worst thieves of all, the bad politician, corrupted and flunky of the national and multinational companies.”
― Bertolt Brecht