Walk Away Sharrod!

The recent firing and rehiring of Shirley Sharrod has been smeared all over the news lately.  Fox says that she has been inclined to walk away from the USDA’s meagre offer, but in a sober assessment she shouldn’t even consider returning to government work at all. Her boss dropped her at the slightest inkling of suspicion, they don’t even offer her old job back, and to boot the job they do offer is to work on “Discrimination matters.” They’re so afraid of purported discrimination that they discriminated in firing her immediately, then they ask her back to correct the organization’s discrimination matters? Give me a a break!

Sharrod

Of course, the things she had said seem inflamatory when taken as they were in that pre-packaged audio smear clip by Andrew Breitbart. But come on here people, this guy was a known perpetrator of this type of character asassination. The axe fell without doing about 90 seconds of patient Googling that would have saved the Obamites from yet another painful backpeddle.

Sharrod’s publicity, her obvious dedication to her job, and that touching farmer’s testimonial (I’m hoping we don’t find out THAT was taken out of context!) make her a good candidate for countless jobs in both the public and private sector. But I’m hoping that she declines the USDA’s offer for a more principled reason – that you realize the true colors of the people you know by how they deal with a crisis, and their actions this time can be discribed as no better than walking all over her, no matter how you slice it.

World cup Final – Bore-o-rama

I was glued attentively to my TV with my family on Sunday watching the Cup final, sipping beer from my Spain koozie. But man, was I the only one who thought that the game was the slowest one in the entire tournament?

When the ref wasn’t busy giving out yellow cards, the players were making turnovers at a rate of about 1 every 30 seconds. I mean, you’ve got a level of excitement inherent in being the world cup final, but come on, it was a fight just to get the ball to the penalty box.

The teams were fairly evenly matched, and you can’t blame them for playing a defensive style game. But throughout the whole thing, watching back in the old USA, I couldn’t help but think that this type of game is exactly what Americans gripe about when talking about football. Endless passing, almost no scoring opportunities, spineless attackers hanging back.

I will say one thing – at least it didn’t have to go to penalties like the last final. That just gets too painful to watch. Bien hecho Espana, good luck next time Dutchmen… Oranje will return pronto, I’m sure of it.

Ode to Koozies

Oh koozie, you insulating castle,

enclosing my beverage, reducing my hassle.

Sometimes I get up, from watching TV

taking my beer to the kitchen with me.

A replay draws me back to the couch,

but my beer stays frosty in its neoprene pouch.

I harken back to a time of yore,

when the koozie was bulky foam beverage lore.

But now they’re delivered in heaps and piles

of koozies in myriad colors and styles.

The neoprene can model‘s my bread and butter,

it keeps my Bud Light so cold that I shudder,

every time I take a quick  sip,

and my hand stays so dry the can never slips.

The zip-up neoprene is what I tote,

when cruising the river in my riverboat,

My slogan emblazoned in all of its glory:

“If this beer could talk, it’d tell you a story!”

Should ever I be caught with a naked can,

I wince as the moisture slides down my hand.

A beer sans koozie is a thought best unthunk,

but beer without one will still get you drunk!