Two New Words

Visiting the Cajun Riviera in Southwestern Louisiana a few weeks ago I learned two new words. First let me say I love trash. Good trash that is. Beach-combing is one of my favorite ways to collect stuff. Along the beaches here in SW Louisiana there is a lot of stuff, new, old , and fossilized.

But the two new words I learned had to do with where the trash was and how it got there.

"... debris moved by waves is commonly stranded along the wrack line of estuaries. The location of the wrack line is a function of the swash uprush ..."

The two new words are: wrack and swash

Wrack: Something driven by the sea.

Swash: (uprush and backwash), in geography, is the water that washes up on shore after an incoming wave has broken.

FDR's Second Bill Of Rights

"The Second Bill of Rights was a proposal made by United States President Franklin D. Roosevelt during his State of the Union Address on January 11, 1944 to suggest that the nation had come to recognize, and should now implement, a second bill of rights. Roosevelt did not argue for any change to the United States Constitution; he argued that the second bill of rights was to be implemented politically, not by federal judges. Roosevelt's stated justification was that the "political rights" guaranteed by the Constitution and the Bill of Rights had "proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness." Roosevelt's remedy was to create an "economic bill of rights" which would guarantee:

• A job with a living wage
• Freedom from unfair competition and monopolies
• Homeownership
• Medical care
• Education
• Recreation

Roosevelt stated that having these rights would guarantee American security, and that America's place in the world depended upon how far these and similar rights had been carried into practice."

source: Wikipedia

It is 65 years latter. Isn't about time to do this?

The Republicans say NO! They have been saying "NO" or "Not Yet" since 1953. 55 years of NO! If you believe them, all of these "rights" are un-American. Let us lift up the nearest rock and let them crawl back under it. Then let's undo this mess they have built for us, and that we let them build.

Barack Obama, let us obtain these rights:

"We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;

The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;

The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;

The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;

The right of every family to a decent home;

The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;

The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;

The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won (WWII) we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being."

---FDR 1944

Are you with me or aginst me?

The Democratic Party Called Me On Saturday Morning About Micheal Jackson Buying A New Mattress

I'm on the right side of the grass, but....

Saturday morning sleeping late, the Democratic party calls for contributions and wakes me up.


The 24/7 news cycle is feeding me nothing but Micheal Jackson, Micheal Jackson, Micheal Jackson..............


It was a 102 degrees yesterday, it is supposed to be 103 degrees today.


I walk into the kitchen and the coffee maker is empty and not ready to brew.

Muddy raccoon prints are all over the floor and the cat food is gone, somebody left the cat door open.


I spent three times as much on a new mattress yesterday as a reasonable person should and it was a bargain.


Did I mention the only news is only all about Michael Jackson?

What's happening in Iran?



So what is enhancing your life these days?

Where Does A Tree Frog Hibernate for 20 years?

They are about 1 and 1/2 inches.

Stock photos of Gray Tree Frogs.

While I'm talking about wildlife and my back yard, I've got to document that this Spring, most of May,2009, there were Gray Tree Frogs calling from my back yard and around the neighborhood.

Yes, for sure it has been at least 20 years since I heard them here. This Spring was super wet, and here they are.

No, I haven't seen them, but you don't have to see them to ascertain their presence.

Listen to the calls of the frogs below.

The second series of calls is what was going on in my "habitat".

So, the question still stands. Where do they hide out when Oklahoma goes to 27% humidity and 101 degrees like today? How do you help them survive and return?

.

Listen to the frogs here:

http://www.enature.com/fieldguides/detail.asp?recnum=AR0020

My Back Yard Is a Wild Life Habitat

Yes, I am a member of the National Wildlife Federation and my back yard is registered and maintained as a wildlife habitat in the midst of Oklahoma City. But I had in mind, you know, turtles and frogs, song birds and butterflies, stuff like that.

Besides this isn't my backyard, this is my kitchen. OK guys you can stay if you want to, but I've got to warn you in advance that you will have to be spayed or neutered and get your shots for everything and wear flea collars. Wait, come back....

I'm really going to have to do something serious about that frickin cat door.

Read more about it and see my great photography.

http://okiebookwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/disadvantages-of-cat-door-part-2.html

Mal Aria or Mal Legacy: Bush Delayed Cancer Report?

Seven years ago living in these areas greatly increased the chances that you would get cancer.
Some are cities, many are dirty uncleaned-up super-fund EPA sites.

The story posted on Yahoo and featured on FOX news this morning was about how bad the air was.

But the real story is quite different and is not even noted by AP, Yahoo, or FOX the farck news channel.

THE REPORT CITED IS SEVEN (7) YEARS OLD!!!!!!

In other words, the report done in the Bush Administration by the EPA is just now allowed to be released. seven years latter. Why? duh....

How much criminal behavior does it take before one is treated as a criminal?

The AP story:

"By DINA CAPPIELLO, Associated Press Writer Dina Cappiello, Associated Press Writer – Wed Jun 24, 12:01 am ET

WASHINGTON – Millions of people living in nearly 600 neighborhoods across the country are breathing concentrations of toxic air pollutants that put them at a much greater risk of contracting cancer, according to new data from the Environmental Protection Agency."....

source: news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090624/.../us_air_toxics

The actual 2002 EPA report:

EPA National-Scale Air Toxics Assessment (NATA): http://www.epa.gov/nata2002

Seven years can do so much for Cancer. Let us just wait seven years to do something about cancer causing air pollution? Was that an actual thought? If George W. or his family are diagnosed with anything would he wait seven years to treat it? Dear God what was this "Christian" man thinking? Pogo was so so right.

"A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent..."

After Blake

William Blake

Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

--William Blake

Armadillo: A Recession Source of Protein

Writing about gators got me to thinking on armadillos as well. They are know as tasty little critters and are actually quite plentiful here in the Southern and Southwest part of America. Indeed, I hear that they have even swam the Mississippi River and can be found as road kill in Illinois.

Here is the proud first recorded armadillo road kill at the Illinois State Museum of Natural History.

Speaking of Road Kill, I am reminded that there are three rules that everyone should follow about road kill.

1. If you run over it you can eat it.

2. If you see it run over you can eat it.

3. If your neighbor, brother, or dog drags it in for you to eat, don't.

(Rule three is not active in Texas. One and two may not be either as far as I know)

Now don't put armadillo just in the road kill category, unless of course that's your preferred way of hunting. They can be acquired most like any other game animal except most States don't consider them game. Indeed, most States just don't consider them.

Now there are many reasonable recipes for the critter on the web. Here's a few below.

From the web site Cajun Cooking Recipes

BAKED OR BARBECUED ARMADILLO RECIPE

2 lbs. armadillo meat
1 stick oleo or butter
Lemon juice
Dash onion salt
Salt to taste
Pepper to taste
Lemon pepper to taste

Season with salt, pepper, lemon pepper, lemon juice, and rub with butter. Wrap in foil and bake at 325 degrees F. for approximately 45 minutes. Remove foil, add more butter and brown. For barbecued armadillo, baste with barbecue sauce over grill after removing foil.

Source: http://www.cajuncookingrecipes.com/wildgamerecipes

The Hunting Society web site from Texas adds: "Always Marinate Armadillo in Buttermilk for one day. This cleans the taste and tenderizes the meat... Then rinse and re-marinate it to add your favorite flavors."

That advice might reflect what Texas armadillos have to eat as opposed to those in Louisiana, more than anything else.

Although cook them with dried red chili peppers you won't taste the meat no how. Once in New Mexico at a "local color" eatery I had "meat" tamales. I assumed they were goat, until the next day when I noticed a pile of armadillo shells back of the building. But nobody was talking, so who knows if I really ate some.

A former friend of mine from Southwestern Oklahoma, where fresh armadillo is daily attainable, reminded me that anything cooked in butter, or wrapped in bacon, or dipped in pancake syrup before it is fried is good eating. So he does all three to armadillo chunks I hear. I would add one more thing to his suggestion, roll it in cornmeal before you deep or pan fry it.

Bone petite ya'll!

The Other Other White Meat :Gator Glut

I'm old.

I remember when I first heard about an armadillo being run over by a car in SW Oklahoma. It was about 1957.

I remember when the American alligator was an endangered species.

Now look at them.

"What do 100,000 alligators have to do with the economy? The gators are all residents at Savoie's Alligator Farm, one of the largest alligator farms in Louisiana. The farm, which sells gator skin hides to tanners who in turn sell them to luxury designers like Louis Vuitton, has not sold a single hide since November, according to Savoie's.

This business is awful because people are not buying alligator skin handbags and luggage. The makers of designer labels therefore don't need to buy hides. This is tough on the gator farmers who are losing money fast and trying to keep the hides they already have in stock from spoiling. But it's good news for alligators everywhere -- if they only knew."

Source : Klipinger.com

I have suggestion.

Ground gator...

Ground gator could be used for sausages, burgers, tacos, burritos, so on and so forth.

Another idea could be to haul them up to Lake Texoma and let them go. We could base a whole tourist industry on gator noodling. You know a cross between gator wrastling and catfish noodling. It would be an "extreme sport" worthy of being televised and would attract a large number of ghoulish spectators.

Another solution might be to sell them to gated communities, who then could become "moated communities" complete with "gator guards".

Now these guys in Louisiana are desperate so any idea you might have that would help them would be appreciated.

Check out a local article about this one farm: http://www.dailycomet.com/article/20090410/ARTICLES/904109949?Title=Alligator-farming-industry-losing-money

Buy Gator!

Spook and Other Shoe Messes

I am forever and always getting trouble with my sense of humor (or lack of it) and word choice.
Two cases come to mind. One was when I was in a meeting discussing a sensitive point with a president of a university. He made a point and I replied , "Well I'm not arguing with you on that." He went ballistic and cursed me thoroughly. It took me a little while of confusion to realize he heard, "You are wrong and I not going to argue with you about it." While I meant "You are correct and I agree with you, so I'm not going to argue with you." We never did get the damn meeting back on track after that explosion.

Then there was the time I was talking with three of my colleagues who happen to all be
Black. Talking about a guy who was working for an American intelligence agency and was trying to get a college in Oklahoma to accommodate their needs I said, " The boy is black ops and a spook". The only thing that saved me was that that one of the people in the room once belonged to the Air Force Security Service and knew what I was actually saying. The guy in question was actually white but was a covert operator and a spy.

Surely I'm not the only one who has ever stepped in it. What's your story?

This Is So Wrong

This is so wrong in so many ways that my farmer-boy-mind simply overloads, kicks off , and needs to be re-booted.

OK we have had miniature horses for many many years. Yes they are "so cute". Also we have had miniature (re: midget or: P.C. : Small People) Cowboys for some time as well. See the movie Tiny Town.

But this is too much. I'm sorry. It is just over the line

Wasn't enough that they downsized the burger, did they have to downsize the beef?

OK so on the average a half size cow gives 65% of the beef of a regulation size cow but only eat half as much food, takes up half as much space, and gives out half as much methane in farts. So two mini-steers equal 130% in beef production as do normal steers. The math I understand.


I'm sorry but the cow light, steak light, burger light stuff is messing with my western sense of correctness. Imagine next time you wander into Cattleman's Restaurant in OKC and you order the t-bone steak and they say "mini or regular"?

OK, I guess I'll get me a Miller Draft 64 and go out and get on my sorrel pony "half-pint" and mosey out to the back 20 and count my beeves, twice.

Read about it at: http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/10697287

Driving an Indian Nation Ambulance While Black

Right or Wrong, if they have a gun and a badge, the answers are always yes sir and no sir.
If there is a point to be made, wait till the passion is gone.
Of course, yes, I always follow my own rules.

http://newsok.com/patrol-releases-scuffle-video/article/3377506

Charles and Diana of the Klondike*

*Phrase by Margaret Carlson

The yammering Governor of a State with a population smaller than my home town of Oklahoma City, is holding the spotlight in the Fark News of the moment. Kind of reminds me of the unfortunate and exploited Chandra Levy who's disappearance was the prime news of the talk shows and news channels for almost 5 months right up until the morning of September 11, 2001.

It took eight years to solve the Levy murder and the outcome had nothing to do with any of the speculation, political assassination of Condit, or innuendo spit out by the legal commentators on Fox, CNN. etc..

Iran is on the brink of something significant , say like a secular versus religious civil war, that would unhinge the entire world and our attention is diverted to a despicable act of a desperate mother trading her children's privacy in for a few seconds more for her own spotlight and attention.

We do so love our bread and circus.

Read about the recent Fark at Margaret Carlson's blog:

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/20

My Speech to the University Graduating Glass of 2009

Below is a transcript of the speech I gave last week at my alma mater:
First let me say thank you to the President of the University and the Trustees and Board members for asking me to speak here to day on the occasion of the graduation of the 121st class of this university. I was actually in the 80th graduating class myself. My Name is Dr. Lobo Jo.

One of the truism of any graduation is that no one ever remembers who spoke at their graduation and what they said. That is true of me, I had to look it up and even then I didn't know who the guy was. While that might also apply to this graduation, if it does, it will only be because you are higher than a kite right now. I promise you most of you will remember this graduation speech or the event anyway.

To the trustees, please be advised that the president did not have foreknowledge of the content of this speech. To the graduates let me say that this will be a participatory activity. I would greatly appreciate it if you would humor me and follow my instructions.

Ladies and gentlemen, first let me acknowledge that you are graduating at a most inauspicious time. It is really shitty out there in the real world. For those in the audience who are juniors or sophomores let me strongly recommend that you stretch out your stay in this institution as long as you can. If you are just finishing your Freshman year then you guys need to think about cutting your losses and dropping out now and finding the best wage earning job you can.

Once upon a time the bachelor degree was a ticket to a better life and a higher earning bracket. The investment you made in college would pay off in just a few years. Over time the graduate would reap substantial benefits for the financial investment and effort. Unfortunately that has not be true for more than a decade now. Of course we perpetuate the lie. It is in our interest to do so. Unfortunately most of the educational hierarchy actually still believe it. But boys and girls you've been had. It just ain't true no more.

Prior to 1970 the societal investment in each of you was about 75% of the actual cost of your education.
Society, your State, or your Alumni, or somebody paid three fourths the cost of your education. If was a fair investment. Everybody made a profit on it, the individual, the government, society at large. But then things changed.

After the 1968 Presidential election some new spirit was aroused in the land. That 25% began to shift upwards. Not so noticeable at first, just little extra user fees. Maybe the textbook cost a few bucks more. And so the actual cost of education crept upwards. Faster I might add than did inflation, say by a factor of about 8 times. You know it grew slowly, not much, just a half percentage point or so each year over the ideal 25%. The shift of the cost burden to the individual began as well. The percentage each student or their families paid crept up and up as well. Of course not in ways that were easily detected.

At the same time two other forces were in play as well. First was the subtle shift to vocationalization of the liberal arts. Second was the shift of resources from the degrees beneficial to society to the degrees beneficial to business and corporations.

To make a long story short, those of you who are graduating here today with a bachelors in elementary education, English, and social work, have actually paid much more for your degree than it cost this university to provide it. Those of you in Engineering, Chemistry, and other such degrees you have been subsidized by your fellow students in these other degrees.
In the name of equality you all pay the same tuition and fees, but in the realm of equity those of you who have these lower caste degrees have been screwed.

Yes I know both types of graduates had to borrow on the average $40,000 to financed their degree and that you education majors will make only 1/3rd as much as the engineers the first year after graduation (if any of you make anything). Tough nipple that, it's the way we have let this thing evolve and that is the way it is.

OK, first activity. Everybody with a Liberal Arts or Education Degree please stand up. Thank you. Now the rest of you give them a big round of applause. Bigger than that please. These people have sacrificed so that you may not to have to pay what you should have. Sit down now if you will.

OK, next everybody that has in excess of $40,000 in student loans please stand up. Excellent, that is more than half of you. Be seated. Now those that have between $20,000 and $40,000. Good not so many there. Please sit. Those of you that have from $1 to $19,999. OK, even less. Now I want those of you who have no student loans what so ever to stand. OK, thank you both, you may sit down.

You know of course that these loans will hang like a rotten albatross about your neck for a very very long time. They can not be discharged by bankruptcy or in some cases even death. So kiss that dream home goodbye, those kids will have to wait, and as for a new car, well buy a bicycle. there are $85 billion in unpaid or yet to be paid student loans in effect right now. You guys will just upped the anti. What's left of the banks in America thank you.

OK, now, everyone who has a new job waiting for them upon graduation please stand. Now of those standing that are going into the military please sit down. Good, OK, you sir, the only one still standing can you tell us what job is awaiting you? Student Loans collector! Outstanding , now there is a guy who know how to fit into the new world order.

Now, let us consider the social shifts that will and are actually effecting you as you graduate today. Would all of the white males please stand. OK guys, look around you. Your are about 26% of your class. Your time is over. I know, I know, it looks like the white males are still in charge but that is simple a lagging indicator to the true situation. Your time as the top dog is done. By the time you guys are 40 your reign as masters and owners will be an artifact of history. My advise is make friends with these others sitting around you now while you can.

How many of you are Democrats? Hum, not so many. How many are Republicans? You three guys are really brave you know that. How many independents? OK, what are the rest of you? Alright, everybody that don't really give a shit please stand up. Half of you? Wow, that's a new party , the DRGAS party. Don't Really Give A Shit : DRGAS: the Doctor Gas Party!

Now let's take a look a the terrible wages and low income you can expect in the near future. If the minimum wage for 1968 were paid today in todays money it would be nearly twelve dollars and..... Well I see... OK

Well I see that the Chancellor of the university system has brought in some help for his rent-a-cops, memebers of the local police force are here. They are in the wings over to my left and they have guns and are motioning me to come over to them. OK, well here they are coming out to......
But I haven't got to the part global warm......

(the rest of my speech, about half of it, went undelivered)

A Dilemma: Open Borders and Alien Invasions

So why is this Raccoon eating cat-food in my kitchen?

See the full story at:

http://okiebookwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/disadvantages-of-cat-door.html

B.J. Hoilladay's Private Keep , The Last Sip.

Last week I was at my computer and was feeling down and dufass. So I reached over and moving aside my Jack Daniels and Platte Valley whiskeys found my last bottle of B. J. Holladay's Private Keep. There was just about two shots left in the bottom of the bottle. So I took a couple of ice cubes out of a glass from which I had been drinking Diet Dr. Pepper and found the least dirty drinking glass in the room and poured that last liquid from the bottle over the cubes. It was as mellow a sipping whiskey as ever.

I was turned on to B.J. Holladays by Dayton Duncan in his book ' Out West: A Journey through Lewis and Clark's America '. I won't go into detail about the sampling contest recorded in the book, but to say B.J.'s Private Keep won.

It took me a while to find a source, but finally I found it at the McCormick Country Store in Weston, Missouri next to the McCormick Distillery itself. Over the years I have made three pilgrimages there and stocked up on B.J. Holladays Private Keep. It usually took me about six months to sip my way through a bottle, unless there was a wedding or funeral or something like that that required serious thinking.

It was July 3, 2004 the last time I was there. I was celebrating the Lewis and Clark Bi-centennial and stopped by and bought a case while chasing the L&C keel boats up the Missouri. In the fall of that year I talked with Duncan in Bismark, N.D. and reminded him of his comments about that particular whiskey. He said he hadn't had any in decades so I told him where to get it.

The whiskey has more of a L&C connection than just Duncan's book. They discovered the clear water spring there in Weston and noted that the site would make a good boat landing and the water was good enough for a distillery. A decade latter both were opened there.

Any ways so I sipped away my last Private Keep. I decide then that I would go to Weston hang out a couple of days and stock up at the Country Store. So I wrote then an e-mail knowing that
a. they weren't always open
b. they only distilled B.J. Holladay ever so often
c. they sometimes sold out of it.

I got this message back:

Wednesday, June 3, 2009 12:52 PM
From:
"Country Store" cstore@mccormickdistilling.com
To:
(drlobojo)
Sorry, we no longer make B.J Holladay. We sold our last bottle 2 years ago. Thanks for asking. We still have Gold Label, and you should be able to get it in Oklahoma. Next time you are up our way, stop in to see us.

Shit shit shit, double shit.
And to think I actually even gave some of the bottles away as gifts.
Had I known last sips would have waited for a very special occasion such as my funeral or something.

Oh yes, a message to the Weston Chamber of Commerce no B. J. Holladays no need to visit you.

O'Reilly : 1st Amendment or Incitement to Murder? ( The Devil's Dance in the Grey Zone)

"O’Reilly Responds To The Tiller Murder: ‘No Backpedaling Here…Every Single Thing We Said About Tiller Was True’ "

"Fox News host Bill O’Reilly had ... singled out Tiller in the past. According to Salon, O’Reilly first discussed Tiller on Feb. 25, 2005, and subsequently did 28 more episodes mentioning the doctor. "





"Besides repeatedly referring to the doctor as “Tiller the Baby Killer,” what are some of the factual statements O’Reilly has made about Tiller over the years?
– “If you want to kill a baby, you hire Tiller. You’ve got to pay him $5,000 up front, and he’ll kill the baby.”
– “No question Dr. Tiller has blood on his hands.”
– “Dr. George Tiller destroys fetuses for just about any reason, right up until the birth date.”
– “This man executes babies that are about to be born.”
– “This is the kind of stuff happened in Mao’s China, Hitler’s Germany, Stalin’s Soviet Union.”
In the past, O’Reilly has sent out producer Jesse Watters to ambush Gov. Kathleen Sebelius (D-KS) and ask her about Tiller. Although many people disagreed with what Tiller did, as President Obama responded, such differences “cannot be resolved by heinous acts of violence.” “[T]he same bullet that killed George Tiller also shattered the moral underpinnings of the movement that inspired its firing,” wrote Hendricks."

Source:http://thinkprogress.org/2009/06/01/oreilly-tiller-respond/

If the Tiller family wants to continue the service to women that George Tiller lived and died for, they might want to consider a wrongful death civil suit against O'Reilly et. al. and the deep pockets of FOX and its Aussie master. That's were they live. That's where they will feel pain.