WHY DID THE TREACHER CROSS THE ROAD?

He just wanted to watch Lost, well, go to CVS and then watch Lost. 

Everyone’s favorite blogger, Sean “Jim Treacher” Medlock was hit by an SUV while crossing the street in Washington, DC on Wednesday, February 3.  That alone should meet anyones suck quotient for the whole year.  When I read about it Thursday morning on his blog, DC Trawler,  I was very sad for him because I assumed he was in tremendous pain.  I was also grateful his boss, Tucker Carlson, had bought him that silly Macbook so he could continue to entertain me while recuperating.  I thought that was it.  I was wrong.

There was more.  In his first blog post he said:

“One last thing: I’m told by multiple people that the SUV that hit me was Secret Service. If this is true, I want to know why that happened. I was crossing legally, and they just left me there. At the very least, I want an apology. What happened to me was wrong.” (emphasis added by me)

And Media Matters ran with it.  Grasping at an imaginary straw they base this whole… article on saying Treacher said something he never said.

“It’s true that a conservative blogger, who writes under name Jim Treacher, immediately claimed he’d been hit by a Secret Service SUV. (Which, of course, lit a fire under the conspiratorial, right-wing blogosphere.) But in fact, he was not hit by a Secret Service vehicle. The claim, according to “federal law enforcement officials,” was baseless. (The driver reportedly worked for the State Dept.)”

You lie!  Treacher never claimed he was hit by a Secret Service SUV.  He claimed someone told him they were Secret Service, and he said if that’s true he would like to know why.  And as the story developed he continued to post updates and clarifications, in spite of his injuries.  That’s it.  Doesn’t matter, the moonbats ran with it.  Media matters.

It turns out the guy who hit Jim Treacher with his giant car works for the State Department, not the Secret Service.  Whatevs.  That dude still sucks and Jim Treacher is still in the hospital.  Oh yeah, he had to have reconstructive surgery on his knee.  Because his knee was essentially shattered.  Because of the dude, Mike McGuinn, who hit him with his giant steel car.  But wait, there’s more.  His tibia is also messed up, and he has a pulmonary embolism.  That’s a blood clot is his lung.  Yes, that’s bad.  Surprise!

Oh, did I mention the jaywalking ticket?  Treacher was issued a jaywalking ticket while in the ER, and the location on the citation is blocks from where the accident happened.  C’mon ladies, we knew it.  He can be in two places at once, and he’s magic.  Cue Heart song.  Don’t really, they freak when conservatives use their music, and I don’t want Ann Wilson to eat me.

Hit and Run or Hit and Shun?

When the accident occurred it seemed obvious it was a hit and run.  Know why?  Mike McGuinn, driver of the giant steel car that hit the beloved blogger, talked to Treacher at the scene, but didn’t tell him he was the driver.  He also didn’t reveal himself when he called The Daily Caller offices to tell them about the accident.  It’s unclear whether he was straight with police on the scene.  That’s why the left has centered the debate (why is there even a debate?) on whether this was technically a hit and run.  In the meantime, they’re slandering Jim Treacher by claiming he said slanderous things he never said. I know.  Media matters.

Bottom line: Jim Treacher is still in the hospital and has a months long rehab to look forward to.  Mike McGuinn is still the bad guy.  I’m not familiar with DC law, but where I live (don’t ask me how I know) Treacher could have been on peyote, naked cartwheeling down the street and Mike McGuinn would still be the bad guy for hitting Jim Treacher with his giant steel car.  This is only becoming a political thing because of Treacher’s job, and I think that stinks.  I also think it stinks he has to deal with this crap while dealing with injuries suffered from being hit with a State Dept. employee’s giant steel car.

The more this story develops the more it’s like a press release getting kicked down the stairs, which I assume would be preferable to being hit with a car!  The facts can be found at The Daily Caller, where Jim Treacher, victim, happens to work.

So I thought it was important to do my part to try to correct the record because media matters.  Get better, Sean!

P.S. check out That’s Right’s post from the day of the accident.  In fact, check out his whole site.  I think he’s neat.  I met him in the DC Trawler’s comment section!

crossposted at snarkandboobs, powip

YOU DON’T KNOW JACK

On vaccine-gate.  This is my other blog where I write about my son, Jack, who has autism.  I usually try not to politicize it, but I’m reading a lot of opinions based on bad/lacking information.

This is also a big part of why I haven’t been posting much lately.

ON LIFE AND DEATH

Apparently I don’t have writer’s block anymore.  My deepest apologies for the unforgivable word count.

I think I’ve pretty much kicked the pneumonia.  Thanks to everyone who sent me well wishes and tolerated my over-medicated comments on twitter and various friends’ blogs.  I’d say I’m sorry, but I probably really meant whatever I said, especially about Scott Brown.  Isn’t it nice to know posing nude will no longer stand in the way of a career as a Republican in politics? 

Today is the 2nd anniversary of my dad’s death.  I’ve written about him before.  I’m not looking for sympathy, but it still feels like I should acknowledge it.  Today is a sad day for me, not so much because he’s gone, but because I remember what agony he was in at this hour 2 years ago.  I miss him terribly, but I take comfort in knowing I will never have to worry about his health again.  It is what it is.

My cousin’s wife lost her father within the last month.  We don’t live close by, but she shared her family’s grief and Christian understanding of eternal life over facebook.  I admired that her openness allowed everyone in her life the access to really comfort her.  All the generic, but very meaningful messages of prayer and sympathy had been made.  I sat there knowing exactly what she was going through.  She clearly loved her dad like I loved mine, and still has young children who will finish growing up without their grandfather.  Yet, I was still at a loss as to what words could comfort her.  Then I finally realized the most important thing I’ve learned about grief during the last 2 years, and I’m apparently full of myself enough to think you guys would like to hear it.

I believe there is a positive, healthy way to grieve.  For me, that means during times of sadness and missing a departed loved one, I try to focus on living my life in a way that would make them proud.  We joke that my dad had a good list and a bad list, and if you got on the bad list good luck with that.  But I don’t think that’s accurate.  My dad noticed people’s character in terms of how they handled everyday tasks and relationships.  So for me, a healthy way to grieve for him is to carry out my tasks, big and small, with integrity, whether anyone will notice or not.  Today, that means taking really good care of his grandchildren, and like everyday, not taking any crap from those people with really crappy character.  That was important to him too.  Some people need their butt kicked.

So, that’s the stuff that’s been helpful to me.  For what it’s worth.

Then all that led me to this unrelated stuff:

I posted a song with the birth/death dates for Dad on twitter earlier.  A friend noticed he was born before her grandparents and good-naturedly (is that a word?) pointed out that I probably wasn’t planned.  I wasn’t.  Who would plan this? 

At the same time, man-hating-bitterness-with-a-face, I mean Gloria Allred, was on tv attacking Tim Tebow’s mom for her controversial Superbowl ad.  If you haven’t heard about it, when Heisman winning Adonis, Tim Tebow’s mother was carrying him there were terrible complications, and she was advised to abort him.  She didn’t.  He not only survived, but grew up to be Tim freaking Tebow.  Focus on the Family has sponsored an ad to run during the upcoming Superbowl where Tebow and his mother share their beautiful story.  I guess this all went down in the Philippines, where abortion was illegal at the time.  Allred submits that Tebow’s mother is being dishonest by claiming her decision was based on things like loving her child and having a soul as opposed to fear of prosecution for having an abortion.  Gloria Allred is a dum-dum poopy head.

So I was a little pissed, but when my friend sent me that tweet I saw the opportunity to publicly acknowledge my mother for her stellar character, and now I would like to do so here as well.

In early 1976, my 45-year-old mother, Martha Dailing was suddenly struck with the kind of fatigue she had only experienced twice before in her life.  She was pregnant… with me.  On top of the challenges of caring for a small child at that stage of life, the stats for delivering a child with birth defects, especially Down Syndrome, at that age were staggering.  She waived genetic testing.  It was a moot point.  I was her child and she would love me regardless. 

I didn’t fully realize what a big deal that was until I was carrying my own son (who turns out to have some special needs of his own).  I read an article that basically said my chances of having birth defects would have been better if my parents were first cousins, instead of middle-aged.  I thought that was hilarious, so I called her and told her about it.  I can’t remember what the actual stats were, but she told me in 1976 she was told they were much higher than they are now.  That’s statistics for ‘ya.  

That was when I finally understood the strength God packed in my mother’s 5′2″ frame (Mom, you’re not 5′4″, not even close).  I still would have had the amnio, just for peace of mind or to wrap my brain around any ”bad news” that would come from it, but she didn’t.  I defy you to find a deeper example of unconditional love.  I think all that’s really neat and makes me really lucky, and I’ve never publicly or privately told her that.  So I just did. 

That’s also why NO ONE.  MESSES.  WITH TRIG PALIN. without catching my wrath.  Yeah, so there.

I WANT CANDY

I’m not really posting because I was laid up with pneumonia last week.  I’m still a mess.  I’m getting rid of it now.  Unfortunately, it’s coming out of my face, so it might be awhile before I post regularly again.

In the meantime, I’ve started watching nothing but “true crime” shows on cable, and now I can’t stop.  Thankfully, my husband went back to work, and now I can watch without his judgy, horrified eyes leering at me. 

The best one is Deadly Women on Investigation Discovery, featuring Candice Delong, the real life Clarice Starlin.  I’ve become sort of obsessed with her.  Wouldn’t it be funny if I wound up stalking her?  No?  She must not think so either.  She doesn’t have a wikipedia page or a facebook fan page.  Which makes me wonder if she even exists at all.

Anyway, I’m working up the strength to go down to Supercuts for a trim.  How much do you think I’ll have to pay them to sweep up my clipped hair and fashion a Candice Delong wig out of it?  I think we’re the same color.  It’s clearly a sign.

WE CAN SAY IT NOW, SENATOR SCOTTY THE HOTTIE

Holy moly.  He did it.  Scott Brown returned “Ted Kennedy’s seat” to the people of Massachusetts.  Yup, yup, I think that’s a tingle running down my leg.  Even if it’s not let’s go with that.

I tweeted something like, “If you see a Massachusetts voter, thank them.  They just save our lives.  Literally”.  I know this isn’t true.  This is hardly the nail in the socialist coffin, but it was a major game changer for American politics in general.

Brown’s victory is NOT politics as usual in multiple ways:

The grass-roots factor: The Brown campaign took Obama’s playbook and pistol whipped him with it.  This election was won by the right candidate at the right time, passionate supports on the ground and on the web, rage, integrity and a lot of that hope thing.

Symbolism: Dude.  Ted Kennedy’s seat could be the one to STOP socialized medicine, TK’s life’s work.  My eyes are dry.

He’s a moderate:  One of the most common and tedious in-house debates among Conservatives is whether we dig in our heels on ideology or move to the middle with the hope of stopping the far left-wing agenda which could render our beloved country unrecognizable.  I’m always going back and forth on this.  But as far as this race goes, if anyone thinks anyone but a moderate Republican could have taken this race is naïve.  It ain’t pretty, but sometimes we have to choose the lesser of two evils to survive.  As long as President Obama is in the White House with his current radical agenda we are in survival mode.

I thought Brown’s acceptance speech was great.  Imagine if the right could find a good speaker with real substance, solution and integrity behind his words.  I’m saying he’s presidential.  I’m also saying this really, really earlier.  I also barely graduated high school.

Regardless, even if he hadn’t won, the race itself shows the tide of the electorate changing back toward reality.  Finally.

3 GUYS, 2 GUNS AND A SEX DUNGEON

Someone’s dead, and I know this shouldn’t be funny, but just listen…

Dateline: South Portland, Maine.  3 middle-aged white men (unconfirmed, but come on, it’s Maine) go down to middle-aged white guy #1’s basement sex dungeon for a 12 hour session of “extreme sex”, pot smoking, beer drinking and huffing.  One thing leads to another and the big guns come out, except this time I mean actual guns.  Namely, a .44 caliber Rossi revolver and a .12 gauge Mossberg shotgun.

Bada boom, bada bing, the revolver goes off (because someone pulled on that trigger thing) and, sadly, kills Fred Wilson, 50.  The homeowner, prep school teacher turned organic farmer, Bruce Lavallee Davidson, is charged with manslaughter and could receive 30 years in prison.  Davidson and the other participant, James Prombriant, left Wilson’s body in the home through the course of the day.  Pombriant finally called the police that evening.  Pombriant was engaged in a sex act with one of the men when he heard the gunshot.  I’m confused.  No.  That’s okay.  Please don’t draw it.  Oh dear. 

No, the freaky gay sex part shouldn’t matter.  The same tragic thing could happen to 3 super hetero guidos (wassup, Jersey) playing russian roulette after scoring an 8 ball at the Motel 6.  BUT, the gay community will have to realize it’s going to be really hard for this conservative to defend her pro gay marriage stance at the next wingnut hoedown/turkeyshoot/chili cookoff.

HONEY, I’LL BE HOME SOON

Hi, don’t worry we’ll be together again soon.  We’re meant to be, baby.  Nothing can tear us apart.  On the wings of love…

If you’re lucky you might catch me trying to be funny in the comments section of Treacher’s new blog or oversharing on twitter.

Some busywork for ya’

I’m still tending to my neglected mess of a real life. (Apparently, these things don’t manage themselves)  In the meantime, check out Tucker Carlson’s new site, The Daily Caller.  It even has a welcome letter from Arianna Huffington because it’s non partisan and stuff. (Yeah, I know.  Stop laughing.  You’re making me laugh.  No seriously, stop!  I’m gonna pee!  Oh God, my face hurts!)

I’m with you in spirit.  I’m just taking some time to get my ducks in a row.  I have a lot of ducks.

GO FIND SOMETHING TO DO, MOMMY IS VERY BUSY