Thursday, September 29, 2005

Honestly looking inward

....bravely going where no man has gone before....

At least I'm able to trace many of my dysfunctional trails back to the childhood scenario. Understanding the source helps mitigate the results....i hope....

Churlishness and irritability run in my family, so i come by them both honestly. Even though i hated those aspects of my father i of course have recreated myself in his image.

The depressive tendencies come from Mom. She gave up years before her death. Just gave up.

Both gone now, i am an orphan (hahaha, a 48-year-old orphan) left with the task of outgrowing the legacies left by each one of them, believing that i can rise above my origins--keep the good stuff, pitch the rest. At least in theory.

My decision to be alone had much to do with my inability to 'be with'. Now here i am, 'with' again, tripping over the stumbling blocks buried in my psyche, stubbing my toes, cursing away.

Being honest is the only way i know how to unearth those stumbling blocks, and thankfully my love hasn't run screaming in the opposite direction yet!

Thank you for these humble beginnings of hope, of love, of growth and maturation.

Yes we are worth it, yes i am worth it, yes you are worth it too.

(PLUS, i have to add that i just read that John Roberts is to be confirmed as the new Chief Justice. Right on the heels of that news i also read that the Pombo amendment passed, meaning that drilling for oil in the Arctic Refuge has been approved.
(This all makes me feel just about sick to my stomach. What on earth are we doing? How can so many people be so wrongheaded about the future of this planet and all the life forms on it? Why haven't we put our finest scientific minds to the task of developing alternatives to petroleum? Why don't i ride my bike more? And how can i possibly achieve compassion for the myriad suffering beings in this world, when i can't even make sense of my own tiny pile of shit? [Because i know it is tiny in the grand scheme of things]....etc., etc., etc....)

Monday, September 26, 2005

Shucks, shucks, SHUCKS!

So here I was (earlier in the day), whining about silly stuff--and of course once I blogged it I got the perspective I needed, point being, "QUIT WHINING TAZA!" LOL....

When I checked in tonight I was fully expecting my readership to--virtually, of course--SPANK me, and instead I had 3 sweet comments of sympathy, at least one of which was from a woman whose plate is significantly more full than my own.

Feeling way too humble to qualify for churlishness anymore....thanks, y'all!


Pant, pant, pant

4:00 and 103 here in the Naked Pueblo. No wonder I'm feeling crabby, grumpy, snippy and churlish today--blaming it on the weather is always preferable to actually owning my own crap! My long distance sweetie has the stomach bug to end all stomach bugs and I hate that I'm so far away. Of course he's a big boy and can take care of himself, but OK, I also miss that we're not having our usual intimate conversations. Sounds selfish, but honesty isn't always pretty. So there, at least I'm owning it! *grimaces to self*

Somehow this mysterious bug got transmitted to me yesterday via the phone line, and I spent the day close to the home throne. I know, TMI. I'll stop here. You're luckier than you know.

Yesterday I didn't even turn on the computer. Am I hiding? If so, from what? If not, then why not?

As you can see, I'm just here for the formality of it all. Nothing really of import to discuss or share.

ciao for now (thank goodness)!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

I'm the United Nations....and you?

Well....guess i gotta own it....!

Via Veronica (neuroticlaundry) and Cooterang (Welcome to Cootersnap)! Give it a shot, you may be surprised!

You're the United Nations!

Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long way to go.  You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head and torso.  Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result.  But your heart is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.

Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

And, i finally gave up and installed word verification on my comments section. Within 2 minutes of publishing this for the first time, i had a spammer comment. I kind of dislike the word verification thing....but i dislike spam even more!

Happy Autumnal Equinox!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

The Morning After

I made extra coffee this morning because i knew i'd want to spend time in thought and contemplation (and just plain recovery) today.

My lover has returned to his home, and i'm in the process of sorting out our separate threads, joined so much closer together now after our first experience of sharing space in real time. Or was it sharing time in real space? I don't know, both i guess!

I am changed, i know that. He is too, he knows that. We both gambled and so far we are winning big.

At the same time i feel the rest of the world pressing in gently, reminding me that i have a life and a job and so forth. I did no work until yesteday morning when i went to class and blushed madly while my younger co-teacher and classroom assistant both quizzed me, "How's your weekend been? Oh, looks like it's going well!"

Many people were informed during the last few days before Chris' arrival that a Big Event was about to take place. I had kept the whole thing pretty quiet up to then because i am a private person, but as the ETA approached i was hard put to contain my excitement. So a lot more people knew he was coming, than knew his arrival was the culmination of a process begun many weeks before. (I hope that makes sense....) And all of them wish me, and us, well. What a humbling discovery!

On a larger scale, it makes me consider the world today in a different light, like hearing about how the local free 'Farmacy Garden' had to shut down due to vandalism. A friend was managing it and said the vandalism got so bad there was not much of a choice about continuing. And i think about the minds that have to destroy something that isn't even about the "establishment", that is free for folks who are in need, that was created out of love and a sense of sharing land and it's riches with people who don't have contact with the earth in a nurturing way. So what are their minds filled with, those who are so bored they destroy out of 'random UNkindness'?

I remember the protests of the 60's and 70's and the mindset that rebelled against the 'military-industrial complex' (remember that phrase) and how the rebellious spirit of that time continues to live on; but nowadays it seems that people rebel against anything at all, even the things that were born out of the idealism of that past time. And it saddens me, who is currently living in a state of grace, knowing that love exists and is benevolent. Wishing i could share that vision with the world, wondering how i can. Knowing that that could become a goal for us to share.

The Dalai Lama was here in Tucson this past weekend and I felt gratified to simply have been in the same geographical location. What a blessing to have this "simple Buddhist monk" (his self-description) grace our little desert city. It's written that he likes the desert SW because it reminds him of Tibet, I guess the aridity? For sure not the heat, but then again i don't know too much about Tibetan climate. Just wanted to mention his being here....for the time being, i'm typed out....but thanks for all of you for all the good wishes and kudos and comments and kind thoughts!

ciao for now

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Happy, happy camper

Here I am. Laughing with pure joy. What else can I say?

Friday, September 16, 2005


Well--anyone who believed that last post about my not really cleaning the house--contact me privately, I have some real estate in Florida I'd like to discuss with you!

Hee, hee, hee--in truth, I spent a good 4 hours rearranging the porch, cleaning every room in the house (I'm talking hands and knees in the corners with Formula 409 on a paper towel here), doing 3 loads of laundry, and transporting many many boxes of STUFF to the storage trailer (yeah, that's why my back hurts today, honest!!) At about the last minute, my neighbor Maria came over to accompany me to the store to buy fresh flowers. Now I AM a fresh flower gal--this was not some subterfuge to make me appear more groovy than I am for real--but I must admit to being a bit disappointed that my guest's favorite flowers (irises) weren't available. I settled for stargazer lilies and purple-and-white astromeria (sp?)--and then it was time to shower hearty and go to the airport.

Tucson's airport is small and manageable in size even though it's an International Airport. Quite casual compared to the mammoth maze of the Phoenix airport, where I always get lost. I'm glad he flew into Tucson.

Waiting, waiting, waiting at the entrance to the DO NOT ENTER TICKETED PASSENGERS ONLY ramp....I examined every male coming down the corridor and no, no, no, no, no! Thoughts of betrayal flitted through my head, then my better sense took hold and I just knew that since he'd had a window seat, he'd be one of the last to emerge--as he's the kind of guy who'd wave everyone on before him (actually, it turned out that he was helping a little old lady find her son, so I was on the right track).

And then, my eyes clicked on his from 25 yards away (the length of a regulation size swimming pool and the only distance I can safely hazard without measuring). He was looking right at me as soon as I was looking at him. Oh my. Big big grins, no rushing but steady measured progress towards one another, then the big big hugs, and that's when I began trembling uncontrollably.

Here, gentle reader, I'll draw the curtains shut, for privacy and because it's so much more fun to keep you "in the dark."

Oh, and by the way, Maria called this morning to make sure the coast was clear for her to bring us a special delivery of--guess what--irises!


Wednesday, September 14, 2005

I Am Ready

It's been several long weeks awaiting the visitor who arrives tomorrow. I've not lost 40 pounds, nor trimmed 3 1/2 inches from my waistline...I've still got a big arse and thunder thighs, but I also have mischevious eyes, a sunny smile, and a heart that has become content with who I am.

Knowing that "I am enough" is the best preparation I could possibly make.

Oh, the excitement is still there. The butterflies, doing lazy loop-the-loops in my stomach, haven't gone anywhere. But it's more a feeling of anticipation (like waiting for dessert), rather than of anxiety (like those dreams where you are giving a presentation and you suddenly notice you forgot to put on your pants).

My house, while a bit cleaner than usual, isn't spit-and-polished. My yard is just my yard. My porch has lots of boxes of stuff en route to a final destination, be it the thrift store or the storage trailer. Nothing is perfect, but then again neither am I and neither is my visitor. We're human, with human weaknesses and human strengths and human insight and human blind spots.

This may seem obvious to those who have been in successful relationships in the past, but I seem to have a bit more history in the other direction. This is what I meant when I posted awhile back, "I hope I have learned enough to try again."

I just wanted to take a moment here to appreciate all that has already been between us, to honor the integrity and faith that has brought us thus far--and to intend, with every fiber of my being, more of the same integrity and faith into the future, which stretches ahead and curves into the distance, beyond the reach of my eyes.

Somehow, I think to myself, it is the way Home.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

This 'n' that

Well, it seems as though I haven't posted in a long time. I've been getting back into the school schedule and it's been going so well! There are 16 students and already they are diving into the work with gusto. We have a pretty high percentage of men in the class too (5); massage therapy continues to be a field where there is a gender bias for women....if there is a gender preference stated when someone makes an appointment, it's usually for a female therapist.

At any rate, it is good to get to know these people and their stories. The stories begin to come out not so much in class, although of course there is a lot of sharing during class time, but more in the journalling homework.

Part of their weekly assignment includes doing 2 practice massages outside of class, and writing about their experience on the back of the Client Feedback Form. This is where their lives begin to be revealed: in whom they work on, the feedback they are getting about their work, and their feelings about doing massage early in the program.

Of course we have only covered the back and the posterior leg so far, so their practice is limited. Many of them feel strongly drawn to this field and have a real sense of their future success as therapists, while others are wading through some stickier patches and seem to be saying, "I'm not really sure why I'm here, but here I am!" I know that they will all get what they need from this course.

My co-teacher is doing a bang-up job with the presentations. She is quite young but very centered and teaches yoga as well, so every massage class begins with yoga and chi gung. I'm loving that part! She and I work well together and yesterday got together for lunch and grading papers. I'm in charge of grading and homework, but she wanted to help in order to get to know the students better, so it was time well spent.

Meanwhile, it was 62 this morning as I got up for our river walk. Brrrr for me! The temp will climb to the 90's later--so we are having 30-degree temperature swings in the course of a day. That's a lot!

I love the fall when the nights are finally cool enough to turn off the evaporative cooler (and even the fan, these last 2 nights) and open the windows to the night air. The dogs love it too; they are acting so much peppier and it's nice to feel as though the summer siege is over for another year.

Angus is growing into a sweet dog. Still very energetic, but doesn't damage me nearly as much with tooth or claw these days. He hasn't had any illnesses or accidents or other emergencies for quite a long time now! He's devoted, playful, tireless, and so much fun. He's brought me lots of joy the last several months, and I'm grateful for his presence in my life--even though I've also apologized to Sun Bear several times for saddling her with such a wild child when she is approximately 70 years old....

And yes, the much-longed-for visitor is coming; soon now, very soon....I'm doing my usual procrastination dance of waiting until the (more or less) last moment to do my housecleaning chores....and after the arrival then, for sure, there will be a lull in my posting!


ciao for now....

Thursday, September 08, 2005

love letter

Entwined in twilight, sharing the deepest parts of ourselves, I find myself dissolving in tears. Tears of release as the tightly-held hurts of the past relinquish themselves to the balm of Love, which uncurls the clenched fist of defense and offers it up to the Light. Tiny stones of hardened scar tissue deep within my heart now start to shimmer, glisten, melt and trickle away.

Everything that has ever happened in my life has brought me to this present moment. All the confusion, anguish, ecstatsy, brilliance, depravity and banality; all the glory and all the shit, have created the person I am today. And I offer you that complexity, that utterly radiant simplicity; the best I can be, the best I can know, the best I can accept from you in kind.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

In my Inbox today

Dear MoveOn member,

In the face of the enormous tragedy unfolding in the Southeast, the response from MoveOn members and the general public to our volunteer housing efforts has been amazing and heartwarming. Since last Thursday, offers of over 150,000 beds have been posted at, with over 50,000 of those spots in the Southeast.

The thanks that mean the most, of course, are those of the people who have found a place to stay. Here's what Mary, one of the Katrina survivors, had to say: "I bought a condo in Biloxi just 10 days before Katrina to be closer to family after my husband's death last Jan. No motels were taking reservations so I looked on the web...that is how I came across What a blessing in this time of need. I'll be staying with wonderful Susan and her cats for one week."

Over 1,500 people like Mary have responded to the postings, seeking housing for 11,000 hurricane victims—even as most relief organizations are still focused primarily on saving everyone they can from the most immediate dangers. With over a million people displaced, as attention shifts to finding medium-term solutions for those crammed into churches and other makeshift shelters, we expect that the housing offered so far will be snapped up.

That's where you can help:

Offer housing: If you can shelter someone in need, even if you're nowhere near New Orleans, you may be able to make a difference for someone who has lost everything. The need is most urgent in the following locations: all of Texas and Louisiana; Washington, DC; Philadelphia; Atlanta; Memphis and Greensboro, North Carolina. But victims are also being moved to cities further afield, including Boston, Chicago, and even St. Paul, Minnesota. Post your offer of a spare room, or a bed, or even a couch here:

Donate: We've also partnered with the Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now (ACORN). As part of their effort to help victims of Katrina, they're not only working to help their (mostly low-income) members to find housing, but also to organize to see that low income neighborhoods and families get the help they need. They're strapped for funds to do this important work, and need our help. You can donate online right now at:

We're doing everything we can to get these offers into the hands of those in need. We've set up a toll-free hotline so people without internet access can call in and get help finding housing. Celebrities—-from Rosie Perez to Moby to Tim Robbins to the Beastie Boys—-are helping us publicize the website and hotline through public service announcements and other outreach.

Meanwhile, Political Action is readying plans to hold the Bush Administration to account for its failures in preventing and then responding to this disaster, and make sure that Congress provides the aid that's needed.

Here are a couple more stories from the victims and their families:

I went out of town for the weekend. When I found out about the hurricane, the airline wouldn't let me return home to get my things or my dog. So I had to sit and watch in horror as the waters came in and see everything from the television. I'm distraught not only because I want my dog, I want to be home, but because I only had three classes left to graduate. [Through your site] I found a place. It was a miracle. The guy renting his apt was moving and I have 30 days to stay here and that gives me time to find a job and more permanent housing. He also hooked me up with a job. I will be attending the University of Houston Monday. I can't tell you how grateful I am to people like him and others who responded and opened their homes to me.–Dara

We moved to New Orleans in 2003 and bought a house which was under 12 feet of water following Hurricane Katrina. We evacuated safely but were at a loss as to where we would go while waiting for the endless water to drain from our city. We applied at and got two responses within 24 hours.–Ann

Today's New York Times also includes a story of a family that was placed through The Mixons, from a New Orleans suburb, have plenty to worry about with the mortgages on their home and a now uninhabitable rental property adding up and the possibility that their business won't survive. The offer by Shannon O'Leary and Alex McKinney in Cummings, GA, provided not just shelter near family members, but a new friendship for both couples and their 4-year old daughters in a time of trouble. To read the article, click here:

Together we're making a difference. Thank you.

–Noah T. Winer and the whole Civic Action Team
Tuesday, September 6th, 2005


Bye Cliff, but thanks for reading me as long as you did. I know I stretched you as you did me, to see beyond the rhetoric.

I don't know what else to write, I'm sad that so little understanding exists between people sometimes.

I tempted fate by using the term "racism" when maybe what I should have said was "classism". I thought about revising that comment and decided against it; the result is that I pissed off and alienated a reader. Now I feel regret about writing what I did, although the comments about people who stayed in New Orleans when they were told to get out infuriated me, simply because not everyone has a car--or a friend with a car--or even a place to go if they could find transport out.

So I'm caught in the middle of wanting to lambast anyone who could possibly support a man who has failed his nation so utterly, and the knowledge that lashing out almost always has negative results. I feel very humble this morning, reading my blog and my comments and trying to sort out all these feelings.

Bye Cliff, and if you ever come back, you can read my apology here: I did not intend to piss you off and I'm sorry for that.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Katrina As Seen Around The World

Sorry I don't know how to make this clickable, you'll have to cut and paste.

Here I go pushing another 'hot button' not meaning to personally offend anyone, but wanting others to simply see what media around the world is saying about us as a nation, about our 'elected' officials, and about their view of what has happened here in the last week.

Meanwhile, evacuees are headed to Phoenix and Tucson as I write. I'll be at the Tucson Convention Center (TCC), volunteering, perhaps as early as tomorrow. I certainly intend to help out by giving of my money and/or my time, as possible.

(Certain of my readers have implied that pointing at the gaps in our administration's care of the nation means I--or those of my ilk--am avoiding my responsibility to the victims. That is most decidedly not true. It's just that we as a nation should know more about the priorities of the men who run our country.)

The polictically liberal online mobilization group sent out a nation-wide email soliciting donations and offers of housing for the victims--asking the virtual network to step up to the plate and offer what they could, one family at a time. I thought, when I got that email, that Arizona was too far away to offer one tiny little couch in a tiny little house so far from Louisiana.

Now that I know the TCC is being outfitted as a rescue center, I'll be there as soon as I'm called.

Friday, September 02, 2005

This is really long but I had to post it

Why the Levee Broke

By Will Bunch, Attytood. Posted September 1, 2005.

Washington knew exactly what needed to be done to protect the citizens of New Orleans from disasters like Katrina. Yet federal funding for Louisiana flood control projects was diverted to pay for the war in Iraq.

Even though Hurricane Katrina has moved well north of the city, the waters continued to rise in New Orleans on Wednesday. That's because Lake Pontchartrain continues to pour through a two-block-long break in the main levee, near the city's 17th Street Canal. With much of the Crescent City some 10 feet below sea level, the rising tide may not stop until it's level with the massive lake.

There have been numerous reports of bodies floating in the poorest neighborhoods of this poverty-plagued city, but the truth is that the death toll may not be known for days, because the conditions continue to frustrate rescue efforts.

New Orleans had long known it was highly vulnerable to flooding and a direct hit from a hurricane. In fact, the federal government has been working with state and local officials in the region since the late 1960s on major hurricane and flood relief efforts. When flooding from a massive rainstorm in May 1995 killed six people, Congress authorized the Southeast Louisiana Urban Flood Control Project, or SELA.

Over the next 10 years, the Army Corps of Engineers, tasked with carrying out SELA, spent $430 million on shoring up levees and building pumping stations, with $50 million in local aid. But at least $250 million in crucial projects remained, even as hurricane activity in the Atlantic Basin increased dramatically and the levees surrounding New Orleans continued to subside.

Yet after 2003, the flow of federal dollars toward SELA dropped to a trickle. The Corps never tried to hide the fact that the spending pressures of the war in Iraq, as well as homeland security -- coming at the same time as federal tax cuts -- was the reason for the strain. At least nine articles in the Times-Picayune from 2004 and 2005 specifically cite the cost of Iraq as a reason for the lack of hurricane- and flood-control dollars.

Newhouse News Service, in an article posted late Tuesday night at The Times-Picayune Web site, reported: "No one can say they didn't see it coming. ... Now in the wake of one of the worst storms ever, serious questions are being asked about the lack of preparation."

In early 2004, as the cost of the conflict in Iraq soared, President Bush proposed spending less than 20 percent of what the Corps said was needed for Lake Pontchartrain, according to this Feb. 16, 2004, article, in New Orleans CityBusiness:

The $750 million Lake Pontchartrain and Vicinity Hurricane Protection project is another major Corps project, which remains about 20% incomplete due to lack of funds, said Al Naomi, project manager. That project consists of building up levees and protection for pumping stations on the east bank of the Mississippi River in Orleans, St. Bernard, St. Charles and Jefferson parishes.

The Lake Pontchartrain project is slated to receive $3.9 million in the president's 2005 budget. Naomi said about $20 million is needed.

"The longer we wait without funding, the more we sink," he said. "I've got at least six levee construction contracts that need to be done to raise the levee protection back to where it should be (because of settling). Right now I owe my contractors about $5 million. And we're going to have to pay them interest."

On June 8, 2004, Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Parish, Louisiana, told the Times-Picayune: "It appears that the money has been moved in the president's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that's the price we pay. Nobody locally is happy that the levees can't be finished, and we are doing everything we can to make the case that this is a security issue for us."

That June, with the 2004 hurricane seasion starting, the Corps' Naomi went before a local agency, the East Jefferson Levee Authority, and essentially begged for $2 million for urgent work that Washington was now unable to pay for. From the June 18, 2004 Times-Picayune:

"The system is in great shape, but the levees are sinking. Everything is sinking, and if we don't get the money fast enough to raise them, then we can't stay ahead of the settlement," he said. "The problem that we have isn't that the levee is low, but that the federal funds have dried up so that we can't raise them."

The panel authorized that money, and on July 1, 2004, it had to pony up another $250,000 when it learned that stretches of the levee in Metairie had sunk by four feet. The agency had to pay for the work with higher property taxes. The levee board noted in October 2004 that the feds were also now not paying for a hoped-for $15 million project to better shore up the banks of Lake Pontchartrain.

The 2004 hurricane season was the worst in decades. In spite of that, the federal government came back this spring with the steepest reduction in hurricane- and flood-control funding for New Orleans in history. Because of the proposed cuts, the Corps office there imposed a hiring freeze. Officials said that money targeted for the SELA project -- $10.4 million, down from $36.5 million -- was not enough to start any new jobs. According to New Orleans CityBusiness this June 5:

The district has identified $35 million in projects to build and improve levees, floodwalls and pumping stations in St. Bernard, Orleans, Jefferson and St. Charles parishes. Those projects are included in a Corps line item called Lake Pontchartrain, where funding is scheduled to be cut from $5.7 million this year to $2.9 million in 2006. Naomi said it's enough to pay salaries but little else.

"We'll do some design work. We'll design the contracts and get them ready to go if we get the money. But we don't have the money to put the work in the field, and that's the problem," Naomi said.

There was, at the same time, a growing recognition that more research was needed to see what New Orleans must do to protect itself from a Category 4 or 5 hurricane. But once again, the money was not there. As the Times-Picayune reported last Sept. 22:

That second study would take about four years to complete and would cost about $4 million, said Army Corps of Engineers project manager Al Naomi. About $300,000 in federal money was proposed for the 2005 fiscal-year budget, and the state had agreed to match that amount.

But the cost of the Iraq war forced the Bush administration to order the New Orleans district office not to begin any new studies, and the 2005 budget no longer includes the needed money, he said.

The Senate was seeking to restore some of the SELA funding cuts for 2006. But now it's too late. One project that a contractor had been racing to finish this summer was a bridge and levee job right at the 17th Street Canal, site of the main breach on Monday. The levee failure appears to be causing a human tragedy of epic proportions: "We probably have 80 percent of our city under water; with some sections of our city the water is as deep as 20 feet. Both airports are underwater," Mayor Ray Nagin told a radio interviewer.

The Newhouse News Service article published Tuesday night observed, "The Louisiana congressional delegation urged Congress earlier this year to dedicate a stream of federal money to Louisiana's coast, only to be opposed by the White House. ... In its budget, the Bush administration proposed a significant reduction in funding for southeast Louisiana's chief hurricane protection project. Bush proposed $10.4 million, a sixth of what local officials say they need."

Washington knew that this day could come at any time, and it knew the things that needed to be done to protect the citizens of New Orleans. But in the tradition of the riverboat gambler, the Bush administration decided to roll the dice on its fool's errand in Iraq, and on a tax cut that mainly benefitted the rich. Now Bush has lost that gamble, big time.

The president told us that we needed to fight in Iraq to save lives here at home. Yet -- after moving billions of domestic dollars to the Persian Gulf -- there are bodies floating through the streets of Louisiana. What does George W. Bush have to say for himself now?

Will Bunch is a senior writer at the Philadelphia Daily News and author of the blog Attytood.