I'll Have What South Dakota's Having...

Riiiight. So the Governor of South Dakota has just signed into a law an almost-total ban on abortion in that state. It makes no distinction for cases of rape or incest; only for the "life of the mother."

One wonders if Governor Rounds has any women in his life whom he loves. I further wonder if Governor Rounds had a daughter who was impregnated by a rapist, whether he'd so blithely sign such a bill forcing her to give birth to the product of such a horrifying ordeal.

I also wonder whether Governor Rounds has a freakin' clue about Politics 101. Does he realize that he is pushing the envelope even for the "pro life" movement? A federal appeals court is going to issue an injunction on the South Dakota law, and the Supreme Court is going to refuse to review it, thereby *strengthening* Roe v. Wade.

So, to my pro-choice mind, I say "have at it Governor Rounds." Go for it. Make it a law. May you live to regret reinforcing Roe v. Wade with your stupid law, and may your daughter live to not need an exception to it.

Security is Everyone's Business

I was in Union Station yesterday with the family where we passed a large unattended wheelie suitcase situated literally in the middle of the station concourse.

Yep, unattended.
For about 5-8 minutes.

After watching person after person (including red caps) walk past it nonchalantly for about 3 minutes, I decided that it was weird enough that I should let the Amtrak police know. When they approached it, a woman came running over from about 20 feet away to claim it, which precipitated the lecture about leaving bags unattended. So, luckily no drama.

But here's the thing: that bag was in the middle of the concourse. Not off to the side, not even kind of off to the side. The woman left it front and center in the concourse, and hundreds of people just wheeled themselves around it to get on their trains or to get their Big Macs.

In Union Station.
Three blocks from the US Capitol.
In the direct center of Washington DC, USA.

My mom said, "but if someone was going to do something bad, they wouldn't leave the bag right in the middle of the floor; they'd have to hide it somewhere." To which I replied, "Apparently not!" We are apparently so emotionally afraid of terrorism but so practically apathetic to its possibility, that a 42 inch suitcase can sit unattended for 8 minutes in a busy train station within spitting distance of the US Capitol and we just maneuver ourselves around it without noticing something so suspicious and out of the ordinary.

But god forbid the UAE run our ports, huh? That would compromise our security.

Only a Few More Shopping Days Till My Birthday...

..and I will personally mouth kiss the person who actually buys me this book. I kept thinking it was a joke site, but it is the real deal. ;)

Why Mommy Is A Democrat

Philip Seymour Who?

This is too freakin' funny especially if, like me, you are completely out of the loop on all things Oscar:

The WVSR's Oscar Picks

Random Friday Post

I recognize that most of us look muuuuch better than we did when we were teens or pre-teens. But sometimes you just KNOW that someone has had a little "help," don't you? I give you, as evidence, a photo of the Simpson sisters. You cannot tell me that their facial structures are not entirely different today than in this photo.

What's my point in discussing two nonsense celebrities and their "metamorphoses"? None. I just felt like concentrating on some people who are smarter and better informed than our President, who you just know when they said that the levees would break was wondering how you break a pair of jeans.

photo courtesy of perezhilton.com

The Walk of Wiggle Shame

There is a new rule in Casa de Haggis. If you find yourself singing a Wiggles song when not actively and intentionally engaged with a child you have to run around the dining room table with your fingers in the L shape, singing "I'm a Loser" to the tune of Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car. "Toot Toot chugga chugga I'm a loser; I'm a loser near and a loser fa-a-a-r; toot toot chugga chugga I'm a loser, I'm a loser the whole day long..."

This draconian measure was implemented when it became clear that certain adults were finding themselves quietly singing, "Get Ready to Wiggle" long after The Bambina was asleep, while cooking dinner. This state of affairs could not be tolerated and corrective, public-shaming measures were enacted, hence the Loser Laps around the table.

Further public shaming measures are being considered in light of the Baby Daddy's question, "But is it okay to have Wiggles thoughts?"

Gimme three laps, ya big loser!

ps--perhaps we should develop a persona for a fifth wiggle. We'll name him Loser Wiggle and he'll wear the khaki colored shirt and his special talent will be drooling.

Uh-oh. That ps just earned me five laps...

Presidential Prognostication

On the heels of my stellar Rose Bowl and Super Bowl prognostications I am going balls out and saying the following:

Mark Warner will be the Democratic nominee for President in 2008.

Ask me why.