SpongeBush SquarePants!

SpongeBob, as his song goes,
“lives in a pineapple under the sea/
absorbent and yellow and porous is he!”
SpongeBush lives in a bubble in D.C./
absorbent and shallow and porous is he!
Love that Maureen Dowd, quoted from here, which I can’t get to, but I can get to here — where she ends her Op Ed piece with:
Dick Cheney is a gruff Mr. Krabs taskmaster to SpongeBush, but SpongeBush is crazy about him anyhow. W. trustingly let his vice president make the worst-case scenario about Iraq a first-case scenario.
Bush might have thought he was just blowing pretty bubbles full of lofty ideals about freedom and liberty in his speech, but Cheney and the neocons seem intent on filleting Iran and Syria. (Doesn’t Richard Perle remind you of the snarky and pretentious next-door neighbor to SpongeBob, Squidward Tentacles?)
The vice president told Don Imus that Iran was “right at the top of the list” of trouble spots.
Even if he’s a little light in the flippers, SpongeBob has brought children good, clean fun. SpongeBush has brought the world dark, endless fights.
Her clever comparison is in response to conservative Christian leader and gay marriage opponent, Dr. James Dobson, claiming that a “pro-homosexual video” — starring SpongeBob, Barney, Jimmy Neutron, Winnie the Pooh, Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy — was set to go to elementary schools to promote a “tolerance pledge,” including tolerance for differences of “sexual identity.
Dan Martinsen, a spokesman for Nickelodeon, where SpongeBob beats the pants off the competition, was flummoxed: “It’s a sponge for crying out loud. He has no sexuality.”
Then there’s the one about the guy that the Bushies put into a high-level position regarding the issue of climate changes, in order to replace the previous such person who was viewed as too strident in support of science saying climate change is real. The new guy installed by those drivel and dung Bushies just made public a statement saying that climate change is real and in need of
immediate action.
As reported on Common Dreams,
A memorandum from Exxon to the White House in early 2001 specifically asked it to get the previous chairman, Dr Robert Watson, the chief scientist of the World Bank, “replaced at the request of the US”. The Bush administration then lobbied other countries in favor of Dr Pachauri – whom the former vice-president Al Gore called the “let’s drag our feet” candidate, and got him elected to replace Dr Watson, a British-born naturalized American, who had repeatedly called for urgent action.
But this month, at a conference of Small Island Developing States on the Indian Ocean island, the new chairman, a former head of India’s Tata Energy Research Institute, himself issued what top United Nations officials described as a “very courageous” challenge.
He told delegates: “Climate change is for real. We have just a small window of opportunity and it is closing rather rapidly. There is not a moment to lose.”
Actually, we have four more years during which we’re going to keep losing on just about every American front. All going down the drain, except, of course, what SpongeBush soaks up for his (and his friends’) own benefit.
Maybe it’s time to think about moving to the Urkraine.
His face still deeply scarred from massive dioxin poisoning during the presidential campaign, Mr. Yushchenko said that he would work toward making Ukraine an open and honest nation. He also said Ukraine would now be a country in which its leaders serve the people, rather than rule them.

But before I get to explain the packing, I discovered that if you Google “Kalilily Time,” you get access to 8,240 references to something I wrote here. Holey Moley!! (as we teach my grandson to say instead of what we say when he’s not around). I guess that’s because I’ve been blogging now for three and half years, with only breaks for short vacations. That’s a lot of words. A lot of dissent. I might well be the oldest living, longest/continuously posting blogger in the world. Or maybe not.
I went and Googled myself because I sent an email to an Albany blogger whom I just discovered via b!X. (I don’t know why he keeps track of his former home town bloggers, but there’s a lot I don’t know about that offspring of mine.) Anyway, I figured that since I don’t know any Albany bloggers, I’d send an email — which I did. Then I wondered if that Albany blogger might just Google me to see who the hell I am. Heh. I guess I do get around the blogosphere!
Oh, and the packing. I am the poster child for the Sandwich Generation. On Tuesday, I take my mother downstate to my brother’s, where she will stay for a week while I go to my daughter’s in Massachusetts to help out for a week while she recuperates from surgery. Packing up my mother is like packing up a toddler, only instead of toys, it’s meds. (And toddlers — especially if it’s one’s grandson — are a lot more fun.) Then, before we leave I have to go through..”got your glasses?….got your cane?….got your gloves?….bottle of water?….keys?….. yadayadayada
I also have to set up everything for my cat and make arrangements from a friend to come over and check to make sure that chubby familiar hasn’t freaked out from being totally alone for so long a stretch.
I know that there are women who do all of these things and still hold down jobs. I don’t know how they do it.
I probably couldn’t do it even now without this blog in which to rant, pant, and decant.
Back to packing. After I make supper. Mom doesn’t eat unless I make sure she does.
(Groan. As I write this, I think of my two retired friends now in Myrtle Beach, where it’s a whole lot warmer than Albany’s single digits. Feh!)