Wag the Dog

Speaking of war...

I'm reading this book about the National Security Agency. It can be boring sometimes, but really interesting at others, in a nerdy sort of way. I was reading about the era of McCarthyism (sp?) when our country was so wrapped up in hating communism and anyone that professed to believe in it that people were blacklisted left and right as being communist sympathizers. In the heat of this (late '50s, early '60s), Castro was King Pin in Cuba. And America hated him. The author, after seeing recently declassified military documents, explains how the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the time (the biggest of the big wigs in the armed forces) had concocted numerous game plans for creating a war with Cuba, just so US Forces could invade and overthrow his government. One of the suggestions was to shoot down an American commercial airliner over Cuban airspace and blame it on Cuba. Scary what can possibly happen when people with righteous indignation put their heads together. Thank God in this instance that they didn't get their way.

I wonder how our future will see our day and some of the controversial decisions made by our government. Only time will tell.

If you're interested: Body of Secrets: Anatomy of the Ultra-Secret National Security Agency by James Bamford; published by Doubleday.

Dem Bones

I never thought of myself as a writer. I guess if there's anyone out there reading this, you are probably nodding your heads about now, agreeing. I have this friend I work with, she's amazing. She has a blog. And the things that woman writes! Where does that come from? (You can read it if you'd like here.)

I got home tonight after a long day and remembered I created this silly thing a few days ago. Decided I'd better write another post. Maybe if I practice some, I'll actually start getting better formulating my thoughts, writing something that might actually be interesting.

But for now, the simple things dominate. So..... crock pots. They're the best invention, in case you've never used one. I put some baby back ribs in mine today at lunch, a little bit of sauce from a recipe by my latest find on the Food Network (Dave Lieberman), turned it on low and headed back to work. Eight hours later when I returned home, voila. Damn, those things were good. Love dem bones.

Bloody Bunny

I bought this new T-shirt last weekend. Had to get a large because the mediums are starting to show off my gut too much (that's fodder for another post). Anyway, it's kind of trendy and has this bunny on it. It says "Unlucky" above the bunny. I didn't get what it meant, but thought it looked cool so I purchased it. So today I wear it to work and as people are checking it out, I realize why the bunny is unlucky. It's foot is missing, replaced with a bloody bandage. Someone stole his luck. That sucks for the bunny.

Chilipepper?

I have this friend who thinks he's cool because he recently set up his own Blog. So, in the spirit of me thinking that I must be cool too, I have to jump on board. Let's hope that I actually remember that I created this thing and come back from time to time to post shiz.

My initials are TCP. A few years ago, when I lived in Texas, my friends called me Texas Chili Pepper. It kind of stuck -- better than what my father calls me: Tom Cat Piss.

Peppers over piss anyday.