We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Overfishing bothers me a great deal. We are eating odder and odder fish, too, and the stocks of the old standards are depleted. Did you even wonder what "Chilean Sea Bass" was? It's a Patagonian Toothfish. And "Orange Roughy" is a Slimehead. Can't imagine why they changed their names for the menus.
Senator John McCain, adamantly supporting the current “surge” in Iraq, says he would rather lose a presidential campaign than a war. Democrats, all smiles, prefer to lose the war and win the campaign. They’re not alone. In Iraq, Al Qaeda is smiling, too.
Laurence F. Sheldon, Jr.
Thanks for the link to our Brando article; it is greatly appreciated. The TCM film is quite good.
Perhaps those who named these fish, did so while thinking "Who would possibly want to eat this ugly thing? It looks like a slimey headed fish. Throw it back Stan."
I'll never forget living in Brasil and eating several fish at the very warm and generous homes of friends and very kindly picked apart the bones and fish and just nodded and smiled. I ate as little as I could.
At one particular house I had been invited to, the kind lady had made a dinner of the ugliest little fish you would want to see. As she talked, we found out her son had caught them out of the (filthy) stream out back. I couldn't do it, so I quitely fed bits and pieces to her little Toto-like dog. He seemed to love it and kept hanging around my feet. At the end of the meal, she remarked that her dog must really like me.
The next week, we came back to visit. One of the first things the lady said to me was: "Oh, I'm so sad. My dog died the day after you came to visit last week. I know you really like him, I'm sorry I haven't seen you to tell you last week."
My friend who had eaten the fish turned green and ran outside to vomit. I felt terrible and was about to tell her what I had done when she said, Don't be upset. My son told me that when the car hit him he died quickly."
I still refuse to feed table scrap fish to dogs today.