Sacramento Tax Day Tea Party Photos and Video – April 15, 2010

April 16, 2010 at 5:37 am (Tea Party) (, , , , )

Even though I had a busy day at work, I’m lucky enough to work right by the Capitol, so I was able to get away for my lunch hour and attend an hour of the Tax Day Tea Party rally in Sacramento. Thankfully my hubby was able to stay the whole time. He took some great photos of what was yet another great event. I selected a few to include in large size, and the rest are thumbnails at the bottom of this post.

A few days after I first posted these pics, I got my act together and made a short video using some audio from the event. Here it is. Hope it gives you a sense of the atmosphere if you weren’t able to be there, and if you were, hope it helps reinvigorate your spirit to continue to voice your opinion.

I have to admit I am so heartened each and every time I go to a Tea Party rally. Gives me hope for the future–these days it’s just about the only thing that does. Hope you like the photos!


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Sacramento’s Can You Hear Us Now Event

October 17, 2009 at 10:28 pm (Uncategorized)

Had a chance to attend the Can You Hear Us Now event in Sacramento this afternoon. It was once again great being around like-minded folks. I counted around 70 people at one point and more showed up after that, so I’d peg it at around 100 people at its peak.

My only complaint is that we should have been loud! Needed a rabble-rouser getting folks going (in a good way, of course).

I took a bunch of photos and cropped the signs. Here’s what the sentiment was like today:























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Why a Boy Needs a Father (Figure)

October 1, 2009 at 3:09 am (Uncategorized)

This post could have easily been called Lessons Learned from a Kitten (and his Box), because therein lies the truth to be found in this story. The other day I threw down on the floor a five-sided box (four sides and one end closed) that had come home with us from Costco. We have two five-month-old kittens now sharing our lives (a brother and sister), and they love boxes more than any expensive toy we could possibly ever buy.


Wahu, June 2009

After they had played with jumping in and out of it for a while, my husband picked up the box and put it upside down over Wahu, who momentarily froze, not sure what was happening with this new situation.

Wahu is the brother of this pair. That’s short for Oahu–we named them for the two islands we had recently visited, as seemed fitting because we picked up the kitties the day after we returned from a vacation to Hawaii.


Wahu’s sister is Maui, and she promptly began batting at him as he reached out from under the edge of the box and through the crack between the top’s flaps. She then realized she could jump right on top of the box and bat down at him below her. Quite the position of power! That’s definitely her style.


Wahu and Maui, July 2009

For some reason, that seemed wrong to me–what if Wahu wanted out and couldn’t get out because his sister’s weight was on top of him? What if he was scared, or even just worried? I didn’t want my boy to worry. My poor, sweet little boy!

That’s a woman for you. That was my instinctual reaction. And my husband saw it, even though I realized the ridiculousness of it right away and didn’t actually voice it. He, by the way, was just watching the whole play session with a smile on his face.

And he said, “You should write a post on that–because that’s a perfect example of why a boy needs a father” (although we later realized it’s really about a man, a man with masculine instincts). A mother might have promptly taken the box off in fear of causing Wahu distress, and nine-to-one a mother wouldn’t have even thought to put it over him the first place.

Wahu promptly tossed the box off after Maui jumped down at some point and proceeded to continue to play in and out of the box. And he clearly enjoyed having it put back over the top of him so he could bat at Maui from it’s den-like interior until he tired of it and tossed the box off again. There was nothing traumatic about the experience for him. It was fun, and he experienced one more thing he could tick off life’s list.

That was because his “dad” challenged him. Gave him a slightly tricky new situation to negotiate his way out of, which he did. That’s confidence building, and that’s what dad’s do for boys; in a way that’s difficult, if not impossible, for a mom. Because we are, after all, women, with all the feminine instincts that come with it. Those instincts have their place, they are vital, but they need the offsetting positive influence of masculinity. That’s what creates a confident boy, and later a confident man.

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No Newspaper Bailout…Period!

September 21, 2009 at 3:53 pm (Federal Government)

I can’t state strongly enough my opinion that there cannot be a newspaper bailout by the federal government; not if we want to continue thinking we live in the United States of America, under the Constitution as we know it.

The federal government has already shown us, via the bank and car company bailouts, that with a bailout comes unprecedented government oversight and intrusion–oversight and intrusion that simply cannot be allowed when it comes to newspapers. Granted, the vast majority of newspapers are firmly in Obama’s corner as it is (and a few are blatantly kissing his butt at every opportunity), but that doesn’t mean that this situation should be institutionalized and given support under the rule of law.

What happens when the Washington Post starts running a few too many negative stories about the government (not just Obama, mind you, but any part of the federal government)? Do they suddenly get a new chairman (like GM did), handpicked by the One? And this is all justified because clearly the former chairman didn’t understand how to run his business? Didn’t he realize those negative stories weren’t good for business, drove down his clientele? Well, the new guy knows better. You bet he does! (. . .  know what side his bread is buttered on, that is.)

If members of the media want to get in bed with our current president and tow his party’s line at every given moment, that’s their call to make. And if they go out of business as a result of that, so be it.

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Read Your Constitution!

September 17, 2009 at 11:45 pm (Federal Government) (, , , , )

It says a lot about our country (and not in a good way) that the vast majority of the public has no idea that today is Constitution Day. Perhaps more people would be aware of the significance of the day if they got it off as a holiday. If today were a holiday, maybe more Americans would understand what a glorious, wondrous thing our Constitution is.

I must admit that I have been in awe of the Constitution since I was young. Maybe that’s because I turned 7 years old in 1976, and the Bicentennial was a big, big thing for me. I fell in love with history and our country and its forefathers that year, and that love has never left me. In addition to teaching me about the Declaration of Independence that year, my mother instilled in me a great reverence and respect for the incredible document (and idea) that is our Constitution. Thanks to Schoolhouse Rock, I even learned the preamble by heart (although I still today, have to “sing” it in my head to the tune that now is part and parcel of it to me).

It is these two pieces of history, the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, that truly have made me the person I am today in terms of the way I feel about politics and the role of government. I consider both of these documents as personal to me as any family photograph or birth or marriage certificate may be. Because it is due to these two documents that I have been blessed to live the life I have, to be the person I am.

And today I fear for the future of our Constitution. Defending its principles of limited government and the rights of the states and people of this land is a never-ending job, and one that I fear we’ve been falling down on lately. Makes me think of the recurring phrase uttered by Mad Eye Moody in the fourth Harry Potter book—“CONSTANT VIGILANCE!” That’s what we need now more than ever: constant vigilance.

But beyond vigilance, we need more (and more) people to understand and love the founding documents of our nation. Not just know of them, but to read them, to have a certain fondness and familiarity for the words themselves. And there’s no better way to do that than to get everyone you know their own Pocket Constitution. Years ago, I ordered 50 of them from the CATO Institute and started giving them out to family, friends, and co-workers. I go around the office just before every Independence Day and say “Do you have a Pocket Constitution? No. Well here you go!” Some might think I’m a little wacky, but quite a few people have taken the time to thank me later because they, like me, actually took the time to read the darn thing.

I keep mine in my purse. It takes up very little space and it’s a lifesaver when I’m in a waiting situation and just need something to take my mind off how slow the time seems to be passing. In line at the post office, in the waiting room at the doctor’s, getting my car smogged—all these are opportunities to read, re-read, and read yet again the power of those words that for more than 200 years have safeguarded our freedoms. And as you read, even in little five or ten minute stretches, a magical thing happens. The words become familiar, and with familiarity comes fondness, comfort, something you can’t quite put your finger on, but you know it when you feel it. And when something is familiar, when you’re fond of it, when it gives you comfort, it becomes something dear to you, something you want to defend, to protect, to keep safe. That’s how I feel about the Constitution. It’s my responsibility now, and yours, to know it, to understand, to protect it and defend it, to keep it safe.

So get yourself a pocket Constitution and keep it in your purse, your briefcase, your glove compartment, your desk drawer—whatever works for you. Read it when you can, again and again. And realize you are who you are because of it; in some way, shape or form, it has been part and parcel of the larger society that has made you what you are today. So say thank you to the Constitution today, and every day. I know I do.

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What’s In a Birthplace?

September 15, 2009 at 11:48 pm (Uncategorized)

The awful video that surfaced recently of the white kid on a school bus getting beaten by a couple of black kids while the others on the bus cheered and urged them on really hit home in my household.

That’s because my husband could have easily had the same thing happen to him during the 5th grade, while he attended school in Washington state. The teacher had done some sort of lesson that involved the kids all talking about where they were born. My husband, not realizing anyone might have a problem with something as innocuous as a birthplace, told the class he was born in Montgomery, Alabama. His father had been stationed at Maxwell Air Force Base at the time and my husband lived there for all of a few weeks.

In any case, on that otherwise uneventful school day, as my husband was getting off the bus, he was confronted by a group of four or five black kids who were intent on beating him up. He had no idea why, and could only link it back to the fact that they had earlier learned of his birthplace. Just as he was assessing whether he could stand up for himself against such a large group, his mother happened to drive up to get him from the bus stop (something she didn’t usually do) and he was able to get away unscathed.

He’s always been grateful to his mother for saving the day that afternoon (she also brought with her the good news that they were moving to a bigger house and he would be going to a new school from then on). And he’s always been wary of telling people where he was born–because for some ridiculous reason, people do judge you for it. Isn’t that crazy? To judge you for something over which you had absolutely no control and that might not mean anything at all about who you are. Yet my husband was judged as a racist because of his birthplace (and would have been attacked for it), by kids who were themselves the racists.

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How the Kennedys Changed America (and not in a good way)

August 30, 2009 at 8:14 am (Federal Government) (, )

I came across this interesting article when perusing Front Page Magazine today–one of those sites I should go to more often.  In it, Janet Daley, puts forward a relatively novel thesis in response to the question of how the Kennedys changed America.

Her thesis is that, in the end, the Kennedy legacy is that: “America came to terms with the idea that there could be a veritable schizoid split between a person’s public morality and his private life: the highest aspirations to civic idealism could reside alongside the most sordid, amoral personal irresponsibility. It is important to note that what John Kennedy apparently engaged in was not discreet or sincerely meant adulterous affairs but what we would now call sexual exploitation: the casual, impersonal use of countless women who were delivered, used, and then discarded with efficient abandon.”

Thus, “acceptance won out and it reached its apotheosis with the political survival of Bill Clinton. Once Monica Lewinsky had become the most famous intern in White House history, America’s ability to live with the contradiction between public righteousness and private depravity was fully established. . . . The subsequent disclosure of what really went on in the Kennedy ménage made it possible for a later incarnation of that same phenomenon – the politician who wants to improve the world but thinks little of abusing the trust of those closest to him – to be tolerated.”

Daley closes with quite a snap: “I rather doubt that this would have been the legacy of choice for those whose political idealism was inspired by the young John Kennedy: that he would make the world safe for philanderers.”

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How Lucky We Are

August 30, 2009 at 12:46 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

I could have alternatively titled this post, “What Happens When the Power Goes Out?” (if I were a glass-is-half-empty sort of person), because I’ve been inspired by that very thing happening today. We were hanging out in our living room, wondering what to do on a relatively hot day when all of a sudden, in the middle of paying a random credit card bill online and while the Raiders were down to the Saints by some ungodly amount of points, everything clicked off. The ceiling fans slowed to a standstill and all was quiet around us.

And what immediately came to mind (after we ran around the house closing all the drapes and blinds and shutting unnecessary rooms–to contain the relatively cool temp in the house in case we didn’t get power back for a while), was how wonderful it is that for us losing power is such a very rare thing. Yes, we’ll get a blip every so often, but that’s when the power comes right back on and at worst you have to reset a couple of microwave clocks, but those are no big deal. It’s the ones where things don’t turn right back on that are rare, and also scary.

What happens if the power doesn’t come back on in an hour? What about five hours? What about tomorrow? What will I do? No one likes having to ask those questions, and unfortunately we often only do so when we’re faced with the reality of the thing and therefore are completely unprepared for it.

In our case, the power came back on in about a half-hour. Not long enough to even worry about it. But I will take a couple of lessons of the experience to heart. I’ll remember how lucky I am that power outages are such a rare and short-lived event in my life. And I’ll get my emergency supplies in order (including figuring out how to run that generator I bought last year), so those awful questions we ask ourselves about how long the power might be out aren’t quite so frightening. 

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Tea Party Express Rally Photos

August 29, 2009 at 12:48 am (Uncategorized) (, , , )

As promised in my last post, here are the rest of my photos from the Tea Party Express Rally earlier today in Sacramento.































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Tea Party Express Send-Off Rally

August 29, 2009 at 12:14 am (Tea Party) (, , , )

I had the great privlege to attend the send-off rally for the Tea Party Express this afternoon at the Capitol in Sacramento, California. It was great being around like-minded folks–patriots and protestors at the same time.

Sure didn’t look astroturf-y to me. You can usually tell by the signs, so you be the judge and take a look at my pics of the event below and in my next post. This is truly a representation of the various types of signs.

 The only ones that looked pre-printed were brought by the farm labor folks, there to demand an end to the travesty of the water being cut off to our farms in the Central Valley, and all for the smelt (that’s what lies behind the many signs about fish, for those of you who might not be aware of this controversy in California). 

Pro-Farmer Signs at Tea Party Rally

Pro-Farmer Signs at the Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Pro-Water Release Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Pro-Water Release Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Pro-Water Release Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Pro-Water Release Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

The other thing that showed up on a lot of signs, and which those outside of California may not know about, is our lovely California Air Resources Board (CARB), and how it has been empowered to basically destroy all business in California that relies on engines of any kind (and what doesn’t?). I had to admit my heart soared at the many variations on the “Kill CARB” theme that I saw there–if we could get rid of that sickening agency, we’d go a long way toward restoring economic stability in this sorry state.

Anti-CARB Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Anti-CARB Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Anti-CARB Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

Anti-CARB Sign at Tea Party Express Rally in Sacramento

I’ll post the rest of my photos on their own in a second post after this one.

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