Why Oh Why Oh

In this morning’s NYT, David Brooks puts the blame on the press, or at least a subsection of the MSM, for the otherwise incomprehensible tenor of this year’s Presidential campaign:
“McCain started out with the same sort of kibitzing campaign style that he used to woo the press back in 2000. It didn

Two Weeks to Labor Day, and a Memorial Service

Hundreds of people gathered at the Mashpee veteran’s memorial park this evening to pay tribute to two young soldiers, ages 19 and 21, who lost their lives in combat this past week, and to remember a third Mashpee citizen, a young mother, who was a casualty of the Iraq war almost a year ago.
Incredible for a small community like this one (around 14,000) to have the sad duty of mourning not one but three of its citizens lost to war within a 12 month period.
July was brutal, it seemed like summer would never end, but here we are, two weeks away from Labor Day.
I can’t wait for the tourists to go home. The increased volume of traffic really got to me this year.
If the whole business of being a vacation destination were to go away, it wouldn’t disappoint me. So, we’d have fewer restaurants, not so many summer activities and a smaller tax base. That’s a reasonable trade-off for never seeing another Florida or Connecticut license plate again (the folks from Alaska can come any time they like).

Where Do They Dig Them Up?

First, it was the loathesome White House Press Secretary Dana Perino, you know, the one who gave the esteemed Helen Thomas a patronizing tongue-lashing more suitable to a naughty child.
Now, the Republicans have a new embarassment in the person of Nicolle Wallace, campaign spokesperson for John McCain, for the following ridiculous nonsequitur: “The insinuation from the Obama campaign that John McCain, a former prisoner of war, cheated is outrageous.”
I think the Republican party should impose a rule that any right-wing blonde other than Laura Ingraham, and that includes Ann Coulter, should kindly sit down and shut up.
This election is going to be difficult enough without unleashing the bimbo brigade on a public already fed up with both political parties, especially the GOP, with its seemingly endless supply of mind bogglingly ignorant, stupid, petty trolls.
Heaven help us, the McCain and Obama campaigns are making Nader look more and more like a cross between George Washington and Abraham Lincoln.

Media Fools

NBC’s Olympics color is pathetic, awful. I finally turned The Games off when they announced that an in-depth interview with Michael Phelps’ mother was “coming up”.
If I had seen Debbie Phelps one more time, I think I would have thrown something at the TV.
Given, the woman deserves a point or two for raising her kids, one of whom is the greatest Olympic swimmer in history, on her own (their Dad walked when Michael was seven), but come on, she’s not exactly June Cleaver. In fact, it’s been reported that Michael’s sister, who is also a swimmer, took up the sport as a refuge from the yelling.
I’m used to the networks making otherwise intelligent people look like incoherent idiots, e.g., CNN’s regrettable lobotomy of political “reporter” Candy Crowley. But poor Bob Costas: his babbling fits right in with the cacophonous chatter of the B bus’s special needs patrons.
I don’t know much about Costas except that he’s been a sports reporter for almost 30 years. He could be a bona fide genius, but you’d never know it from the vapid pap he continuously spewed during last week’s interminable filler in between actual events.

James’ First Fish

I bought a reel for the extra fishing rod that Robert won a couple of years ago and which he’s agreed to let James use.
It’s a push-button type that we were told might be easier for James to use than Robert’s traditional spinning reel.
Yesterday, we went to Waquoit Bay and a couple of spots on John’s Pond so he could practice his casting. James did extremely well, and when he saw me today after Peter and I did the transfer station run, he asked if I could run him down to their beach on Santuit Pond so he could practice some more.

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Best Day Ever

That was James, about yesterday.
We went to game 2 of the Cape Cod Baseball League playoffs. It was just about picture perfect weather, and we got to see one home run and two broken bats.
Fairly late in the game, and after downing an order of cheese nachos, James told me that the main reason he wanted to go to the game was to collect autographs.
And I thought it was all about the junk food.

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Winding Down

Falmouth road race weekend is over, and it’s cool and overcast today, so it really feels like summer is winding down.
There’s a playoff game at Cotuit this afternoon, weather permitting.
I missed a couple of events I probably would have enjoyed, the Cape Verdean Festival at Onset on Saturday and the Bourne Historical Society Summer Soiree at Briarwood in Pocasset yesterday. Just didn’t find out about them until it was too late.
Emme and I had a nice afternoon, though. We poked around Home Depot, then had a snack and picked up some books at Border’s. We stopped at Cape Leisure in Cotuit and bought a Hatteras hammock to replace the rope one that had been vandalized.
We spent the remainder of the afternoon in the backyard, either in the hammock or reading in the surprisingly comfortable chairs belonging to the new outdoor dining set.