I got the boys’ Coggins papers today, negative of course. It’s nice to have that out of the way, although I never really worry about the results. But I couldn’t help being amused at the cute vet tech’s spelling of the names. (OK, grammar police .. does “cute” refer to the vet tech, or her spelling?) That’s okay, Heather; you can spell my horses’ names any way you want, as long as … oh .. never mind.
Contrary to my usual policy, this message is going to be basically just a verbatim copy of material from another source, because I think it’s not getting enough attention in the infamous “liberal media”. It’s George Galloway’s statement to the US Senate committee investigating the UN oil for food corruption, and, although it’s getting a lot of coverage internationally, the media in this country, where it happened, won’t touch it. A friend commented: “It is very unusual to hear so many true statements made in the U.S. Senate. I can’t recall the last time it happened.” My response was that unfortunately, many US citizens still have not heard so many true statements made in the Senate. I’m doing what I can to remedy that.
The cover story in this week’s edition of The Nation is about one of our local Republican embarrassments. We seem to have a lot of them (although I have to admit some of our local Democrats can be pretty embarrassing, too). This one is Lexington’s Dr. David Hager, a prominent obstetrician-gynecologist and Bush Administration appointee to the FDA’s Advisory Committee for Reproductive Health Drugs. Hager has long been under fire from women’s rights advocates for reasons such as his opposition, for moral rather than medical reasons, to emergency contraception. Recently, his hypocrisy has been exposed by his ex-wife, Linda Davis, whose allegations of sexual abuse make Hager’s appointment even more Orwellian.
I finally finished putting together the 2005 Rolex report.
Casual acquaintances who are vaguely aware that I like horses might expect some sage comments on today’s Derby. People who know me better are probably well aware of my opinion that a two-minute sprint is simply anti-climactic the week after Rolex. Since the weather was beautiful today, rather than getting sucked into the Derby hype, I chose to spend the day outside catching up on some badly needed chores. But first, the highest priority of the day was some quality saddle time with Crossbo, for the first time since I brought him home two weeks ago. It just wouldn’t seem right not to ride on Derby Day.
New York Times has a fun story about a time travellers’ convention at MIT this weekend. It’s supposedly the first ever, and organizers say it’s the only one the world needs, because people from the future (or past) can travel to it any time they want to. The organizers seem to have a reasonable attitude about the issue, but the cops don’t seem to understand.