Avian Flu Pandemic Ravages Collective White House Brains
When all the gang had arrived and gathered on the back porch because of a very nice, mild evening, Jim served those who wanted one a great cocktail called a Silver Bronx, from the United States' Jazz Age. He used Martini & Rossi sweet and dry vermouth, and Bombay Sapphire gin. Jim told us this was one of his favorite cocktails, and that he'd be willing it to share it with the White House, if they'd lose their avian brains, alligator hearts, and the poop flowing through their veins that passes for blood. So, the rest of us guessed, Jim's not going to be sharing this cocktail with the White House anytime soon.
Collectively, Alex pointed out, we don't know how many animals we have, but they probably number in the thousands, yet, here in our little paradise of farms and ranches, all the animals are properly medicated and vaccinated. All it took was a little bit of good 'ol common horse sense, something neither Georgie nor Brownie were able to muster.
Because we're in touch with the earth, and very much involved with animals, we make it a point to know what's going on with the possible Avian flu pandemic, and trust us, we're not willing to put our welfare in either Georgie's hands, or his buddy Brownie who did such a good (i.e. asinine) good job, that today there are still thousands and thousands of displaced refugees, and FEMA can't locate several hundred thousand trailers. So, you choose, this regime of incompetents, or a new administration of capable people.
Well, Bush usurped the presidency in 2000, and in three of the last five years, the country has failed to meet seasonal flu vaccine demands. Now, this hideously secretive "man" is telling the country to trust him, that he has everything under control. Problem is George, Jim reported to us tonight that it's just the first week of November and already, across the country, medical providers are unable to meet flu vaccination demands. Health and Human Services subcommittee Chairman Arlen Specter, a republican, has had to accuse the administration of letting public health facilities deteriorate badly, and has complained publicly that: "We need to find some better way to know what the hell's going on [with the Avian flu] because the executive branch won't tell us." Last time we checked, "the executive branch" is our compassionate, revered born-again leader. I swear, half the group almost up-chucked at this point, but we'll leave that for another day.
Now, Barry said, as a foreigner he didn't really know the origin or full meaning of those two words, 'brown nose.' Did it mean, he said, that the president smudged it somehow being a bit too friendly with the nether-parts of the drug industry and/or the nether-parts of Dick Cheney's anatomy? But 'Trust Me, and The Drug Industry' Barry said, just somehow sounded a tad ominous, kind of like 'Trust us, the Patriot Act and Rendition are benign programs designed to keep you safe.' Well, Schuyler said in almost a seething rage, when Bush says he and the drug industry and the drug lobby will 'take care of everything' God bless some people like Paul Zeitz, a doctor and executive of Global Aids Alliance, who recently was quoted as saying: "America cannot protect itself without investing in global public health. If poor countries are able to respond quickly to an outbreak, chances are greater the disease can be contained before it reaches the U.S."
Bush, that paragon of sweetness and light, that treasure of compassion and generosity (remember, in the tsunami relief effort he generously gave $10,000.00 dlls., while a girl young enough to be his daughter, Sandra Bullock, gave one million!) has now, seriously, threatened to enlist the National Guard and the Army to enforce nationwide quarantines if and when his illustrious, honest and unsullied uncorrupt government deems it necessary. In his own sick, demented words: "Who is best able to effect a quarantine? One option is the use of the military that's able to plan and move." Yeah, like the planning and moving in Iraq? How'd you like Rumsfeld deciding what "quarantine camp" you were sent to?
The teenagers, brought up with our passion for our country and the politics that affect it, still have tummies that cry out for more fodder than brain food: they also want to eat, so after being forgiving of our passions for a while tonight, they just gave up on us and sounded the dinner gong. Some of us who had been in charge of preparing and serving dinner had to scurry to finalize preparations, or else we were faced with a rebellion of hungry teenagers.
Shelley and Cathy prepared some sumptuous Portobello Mushrooms Stuffed with Prosciutto and Garlic. This turned out to be an unexpectedly good appetizer, cannily prepared to pique our curiosity about what delicious dish could be next. Shelley and Cathy introduced us to an excellent Madeira tonight, which they also planned to serve with our soup. It was a very dry Cossart Gordon Sercial Madeira, the driest of the Madeiras. The proper, small wineglasses for Madeira and Sherry are not that hard to find, but you do have to look for them in specialty shops since they are not as common as the normal red and white wine glasses. Alas, they're easy to find in the very expensive range of crystal, but when you have as many people for dinner as we do and use dishwashers, you are better off with less expensive ware.
We always enjoy spending a few minutes with the "kids" just to see how their day has gone. It also gives us time to sip Max's ever-changing "secret" blends of after-dinner coffee. Because so many of the teenagers have their own horses, a lot of the talk on this mild evening was how soon it might be before we would all need to start blanketing our horses. Most of the horses grow a healthy winter coat, but others, like our Thoroughbreds, do not, so we have their blankets at the ready. We said our good-nights, and everybody headed home, hopefully satisfied with our dinner, if not with the course this country has taken.
The avian flu pandemic, if it does indeed become a world-wide problem, cannot be mismanaged by incompetents like George Bush and his buddy Brownie. Democrats have to insist, now, that the problem be managed efficiently, and that all talk of turning quarantining over to the National Guard and the Army stop. Today.
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Reprinted from The Grindstaff Chronicles Newsletter which is published in the USA by farmers, ranchers, and neighbors.
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