This Weeks Soldier Was Suggested By SJ Reidhead
Cpl. Jennifer Parcell
Cpl. Jennifer Parcell 20 years old from Bel Air, Maryland Combat Logistics Regiment 3, 3rd Marine Logistics Group, III Marine Expeditionary Force February 7, 2007 Cpl. Jennifer Parcell was petite, but one learned quickly that underestimating her was foolish. "She was an absolute firecracker," Master Sgt. Jerry Widner said. "Just a go-getting machine." Her relentless can-do attitude led her to volunteer for Iraq. And then to volunteer for the Lioness Program, which provides female Marines for searches of Iraqi women to respect Muslim cultural mores. Parcell was killed Feb. 7 in Anbar province when a woman she was searching blew herself up with a suicide vest. Parcell had started doing the searches a week before and was three weeks from going home. You can read the rest of Cpl. Jennifer Parcell's story here.

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TODAY 

The Pink Flamingo will be doing bare bones posting until Monday evening.  I’m here in Tombstone where it is BLESSEDLY warm!  We’re talking spring break warm.  We’re talking global warming sandal wearing, coat shucking warm!  Sigh….I just love global warming!  I am going to Tucson tomorrow and will not post until very late.

 

I listened to Rush for a little while this AM.  One thing I do agree with is the fact that no one is bothering to discuss how Scooter Libby’s family is absolutely ruined.  They don’t have Martha’s Millions to fall back on after being persecuted by an overzealous prosecutor gone bad.  There is absolutely nothing I can say that is going to make any difference.  You’ve all read the articles, etc.  I can do nothing.  I can say nothing and I can blog nothing.  BUT – I can start agitating for a change in the laws that have destroyed a good man’s life.  This needs to stop.  So, what are we going to do about it?

  

Liz Mair’s first column for the NY Sun.  Good stuff.  Funny, I was going to do a rant and rave about something similar to this today.  Don’t worry, I am still going to – but will complain about Libertarian conservatives.

 

“Back in January, the Democrats announced that Denver would host their 2008 nominating convention, in a nod to the fiscally conservative, socially liberal voters who helped deliver 2006's Democratic victories in America's libertarian Mountain West — including a Senate seat in Montana, two House seats in Arizona, and one House seat in Colorado. But a little bit more than a month later, it looks like this may be all that Democrats plan to do to attract these voters to the party in 2008…This is a surprising oversight on the part of Democrats because, according to the libertarian Cato Institute, Democrats have made real gains in attracting the support of libertarian voters in recent years, partially as the result of good candidate-recruitment out West and partially because the Republican Party has done so much to trash its reputation for fiscal responsibility….Whereas the roughly 13% of the American electorate that could be described as libertarian supported George W. Bush over Al Gore by 72% to 20% percent in 2000, by 2004, Mr. Bush's margin among these voters had dropped to just 59% to 38% over Senator Kerry. More significantly, according to Cato, between the 2002 and 2006 mid-term elections, libertarian voters went from favoring Republicans over Democrats by a margin of 47 percentage points to favoring them by just 23 percentage points. In other words, Democrats are winning in part because they've been gaining ground with libertarians….”

 

NOW MY RANT

The Republican party has a very serious problem with ‘libertarian minded’ conservatives.   Remember all those ‘I’m going to teach ‘em a lesson’ conservatives who claim to be Republicans but really aren’t?  These are the smug, holier than thou “Reagan” conservative who thought they would vote for ‘conservative’ Dems over ‘liberal’ Republicans?  Yep, those guys – the ones who cost us the election and put people like HRM Nancy I and Dirty Harry in charge.  I sure hope you are proud of yourselves.  Not only is there a serious problem with libertarians voting Democrat, but we have a serious problem with ultra conservatives deserting the party to vote for ‘other’ candidates.  If they don’t grow up and behave themselves, we could have serious problems down the line.

 

TERROR

The plot sickens (sorry).  More poisonings in Russia.  How are they connected to the other deaths?

 Counterterror Blog has an Indonesia update. 

 

IMMIGRATION

Gates is warning against immigration curbs.

 

Psst…I may be dishing new dirt on a few misc. leaders of the anti-illegal movement early next week.  I have hope of new revelations to come!

 

 

PRIMARIES 2008

 I am going to hate myself in the morning but I think Rush & Hannity dissing Hillary over her 'southern accent' are being nasty.  She was reading poetry.  Go after her for something else, but not that.

 

When is algore going to shut up and listen to the fact that maybe God is trying to tell him something.  Another snowstorm threatens global warming hearings on the Hill. 

  

Obama (the messiah) is ignorant of investment conflicts.

 

 Romney has flip-flopped again on campaign finance reform.  The GOP version of John Kerry was before it before he was again it.

 

The NY Observer calls it Obamalot (the messiah)

Is Fred Thompson the ‘great conservative hope’?  

Giuliani looks good in the new Newsweek polls.

 Meet the Real Rudy. 

 What if Rudy loses Iowa?

Liz Mair’s column points out why Bill Richardson could be the GOP’s worst nightmare. 

 Will Newt announce?

Memorandum  Evangelical leaders say Giuliani’s love life not acceptable to their self-righteous life-style.  Then again these are the same Southern Baptist you must only have over as a group.  If you have them individually they will drink everything in your liquor cabinet.  If you have them as a group they will collectively castigate you for having it in your house!

 

 

MY THURSDAY THIRTEEN LIST:  Thirteen Cats I Have Known

 

This week I lost two members of my immediate family.  GeorgieW, my beautiful long-hair gray succumbed to liver failure.  That was on Thursday.  On Tuesday my beloved Brunhilda, twin sister of the late great Siegfried, lost a long battle with kidney failure.  She was 17.5 years old, born the same day as my niece, Laura.  This list is dedicated to all those cats I have known over the years.  I am going to try and do this chronologically.

 

 

1.  Misty was a magnificent show Persian, sandy in color.  He was big, fat, hairy, and mean.  My sister and I have accused Jim Davis of stealing Misty’s life and turning him into Garfield.  The only reason my father allowed him to remain alive is the fact that his mother belonged to Bridget Bardot.  My mother purchased him when he was maybe 5 weeks old.  He would travel in the car with us in her purse, everywhere – including Winn-Dixie and the doctor’s office.  He grew up to be a spaghetti stealing terrorist who would make runs on our Barbie things, eating anything with netting, and carrying off our best Barbie clothes.  He would dive-bomb jigsaw puzzles and absolutely terrorize my sister, even when she was grown up and in nursing school and he was a senile old man.  But – our mother absolutely adored him.

 

2.  Calico was about three months old when my sister, our two cousins and I each chipped in 50 cents to buy her at the new pet store in the new Greenville Mall.   When we took her home, Bobby, the younger cousin, ran around shouting, “Red Alert, Red Alert” when my mother came home.  Calico had something like 21 or 22 litters of kittens.  She was with us for nearly 20 years. 

 

3.  Friskie belonged to the above mentioned cousins.  He was one of only two cats I never liked.  A spotless white Siamese, he was a psychopathic pervert who was always getting in fights.  Fortunately he lived in Florida and we lived in South Carolina.  He was constantly getting into fights.  I remember this one time when he broke his front leg and was limping three-legged for several months with a pin sticking out of it.

 

4.  George (Sparky Anderson Reidhead) was one of Calico’s children.  He would sleep in a basket beside my bed until he became so big he would get stuck.  One morning I discovered George was disparately ill. He nearly died having a miscarriage!  George loved the Cincinnati Reds.  She would watch baseball with me.  When Johnny Bench would hit one out, George would go crazy and bounce all over the room.  Unfortunately, when she was about 10 years old, I murdered her.  She was sleeping in the motor of my car.  You can guess the rest.   Because of George, I have a soft spot for black and white cats.

 

5.  Frick belonged to another set of cousins, Bret and Mark.  They also lived in Florida.  They were too little to say “Friskie” (the other cousin’s cat) so they named this big, beautiful, soft, Persian hunk Frick.  He was a baby doll, living in a very nice posh West Palm Beach neighborhood.  Frick had one interesting little potty habit.  He loved to pee on sprinkler heads!  After Bret was older and had his own car, which was broken into, he added one of those pressure sensitive alarms.  Frick love to sleep on the hood of a car.  My uncle was out watering grass when Frick decided to nap on Bret’s car.  Yep, the alarm went off and Frick went into orbit.  Skip said it was one of the funniest things he’d ever seen in his whole life!

 

6.  Sissy was remarkably petite for a Maine Coon.  We paid about 5 dollars for she and a sibling.  The sibling died not long after moving to Florida with Friskie’s sister.  (No, Friskie did not kill it).  My grandmother Reidhead and great-aunt Mabel cat-napped Sissy from us.  She would completely ignore us, moving into their little cottage.   After their death, she moved back into my parent’s house, where she once again associated with us.  The greatest memory of Sissy was when my nasty little toy poodle Tommy (Turd) chased her into the library.  She tried climbing the window, and was hanging on for dear life, horriblely upset.  Her bowels loosened.  I think you can guess the rest.  According to my mother it was one of the funniest things she’d ever seen in her life, “Tommy scared the shit out of her!”

 

7.  Okay I admit it.  My sister and I cat-napped Monroe Drive.  He as roaming around our apartment building on Monroe Drive in Atlanta for several days, quite hungry.  We opened the apartment door and he walked in.  Enough said.  Monroe was a huge, absolutely massive show Persian with sandy colored hair.  He did ‘cow pies’ instead of cat you know what.  He would wait to the last minute and rush down the stairs of the apartment, sliding across the tile floor, hitting the wall.  We had  him for a few weeks when our mother came to visit.  Still mourning the loss of Misty, she cat-napped him from us. 

 

8.  Pewter was a very sophisticated Russian Gray who moved in with my sister and her husband not long after they were married.  She was all lady, beautiful and loved to sleep on silky things.  Pewter was horribly murdered by a neighborhood dog.

 

9.  My sister was pregnant with Dustin the year Star Trek:  The Voyage Home came out.  Remember the whales, George and Gracie?  Well, I saw the movie in Memphis over Thanksgiving.  Back home a few days later a calico cat showed up on my parent’s door-step.  Some friends were standing at the door.  When my father opened the door, the cat came in and never left.  I named her “Gracie” after the whale in Star Trek.  At home Gracie was a bully.  She loved to come spend a week or so with me.  She would transform into the perfect house-guest.  Gracie made the move from South Carolina to New Mexico.  She lived with me until her parents moved into their house.  She died in her new home and is buried near Siegfried.

 

10.  Siegfried & Brunhilda are profiled in my Blog Critics article.  Siggy was the love of my life.  Laura, my niece, born on the same day, called him ‘big, fat, hairy, and sweet’.  He was a lover, not a fighter and saw me through broken romances with about six men.  He died the week my mother had her serious heart attack two years ago the first of April.  Brunhilda lost her life on Thursday.    She is profiled in her memorial.

 

11.  Doc Holliday is my baby.  She is profiled in the Blog Critics article above.  Like her name-sake she has a horrible temper.  She can be downright nasty, and never hesitates to beat up on my toy poodle, Rumsfeld.  She gets really nasty when under the influence of ‘c-nip’. She is a huge gray tabby with a very beautiful face.

 

12.  GeorgieW is profiled in the Blog Critics article.  She was my cat and liked no one else.  Her vet once said she was the ‘snootiest’ cat he’d ever met!.

 

13.  Miss Scarlett belongs to my mother.  He is a huge Norwegian Forest Cat, tortoise shell tabby.  Miss Scarlett is also a Drag Queen.