The FBC is OPEN! And it’s NOT Monday!

Gooooooood morning fine people! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend.

I’m Mindmouth, your hostess this morning here at the Froggy Bottom Cafe slash Welcome Wagon. If you’re new here at the Boo, come on in and say hello! If you’re not new, well, you know what to do.

Let’s start the morning with a song, shall we?
Weeeeelllllll……..
Tuesday morning, coffee’s on
What better way to start the day
Than with a lovely song?
Birds are singing, sun is bright
Half of us were drunk last night
Fireworks and barbecue
But now it’s back to work…. PEE-EWWWW!

What’s on your mind this morning, friends and neighbors?

*Small Editorial Note:*
Folks, at the request of the FBCers, instead of recommending our FBC diary, add it to your Hotlist, please! I’m thinking we want to keep that slot in the Recommended Diaries section available for important stories for the Boomen and Women. Thank you!

Author Matt Taibbi

I first heard of Matt Taibbi when he began covering the Presidential campaigns for Rolling Stone magazine in 2003. One of the first articles of his that I read concerned his going ‘undercover’ as a Bush supporter and volunteer in Florida, and it was not only eye opening, but hysterical. He traveled with Kerry’s camp, the Dean camp, and the Bush camp, so he covered all sides of the coin.
He has released a book – Spanking The Donkey – On The Campaign Trail With The Democrats that looks to be worth a read for sure.

An excerpt is posted at Alternet, here: Beasts On The Bus.

His ‘Republican Undercover’ story for Rolling Stone, called ‘Bush Like Me’, can be read here.

This guy looks at politics from all sides – he is an equal-opportunity basher, and no one is exempt, not even the Dems. He provides an honest look at ‘America’ and her voters, or non-voters, as the case may be.

Mr. Taibbi’s quickly become one of my favorite writers. He is, as I mentioned, unflinchingly honest, no holds barred, and not very politically correct – but dammit, he is funny and talented and I enjoy his writings tremendously.

He writes for Alternet quite frequently, is a columnist for The New York Press, and is co-editor of the Moscow-based alternative newspaper ‘eXile’. He’s got excellent credentials, as far as I know, and to the best of my knowledge has never been granted a White House press pass and probably never will. 😉

I highly recommend Matt’s writings to everyone. Check him out if you get a chance.

Breaking news: Terri Schiavo dies.

I’m not a big fan of ‘breaking news’ diaries, but I just got this news in e-mail from CNN.

— Terri Schiavo has died, according to a spokesman for her parents.

Godspeed, Ms. Schiavo.

Tell me about you.

[promoted to the Front Page by BooMan]

I see so many familiar faces from Kos, but feel like I barely know you guys.

I’m trying to pull myself out of a funk today, and figure meeting new people would be a nice way to do it.

So, tell me a little about you.

Who are you? Where are you from? What do you do for a living? What about for fun? Got any kids? Pets?

Tell us about who you are and what you do. Please share as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. I just thought maybe some introductions would be a nice way to continue our Booman Kickoff.
It’s only fair that I start, right? 😉

Call me MM for short – it’s easier.
I am from, and live in, Texas – near the Gulf Coast. I will be 30 in a matter of weeks, I have a young daughter, and I’ve been married for 9 years. I work for a financial institution and have been here for 10 years now. I’ve got 3 pets, which is like having three more children: two dogs and a cat, who thinks he’s a lion. Add in our friend that’s currently living with us, and really, I’ve got…let’s see, hubby, daughter, friend, pets….6 kids.

For fun, I like long walks on the beach…

Heh heh!

I love to read, as I’ve said elsewhere here at BT. I also love children, traveling, checking out live music when I can, warm weather, and good barbecue.
As I stated in my ‘Boy, did I feel stupid’ diary, I just became interested in politics recently – right around the time that my idiot Governor decided to try to run for President. I discovered the online world of politics about a year and a half ago or so.

My husband and I have been together since we were 17, and he’s a conservative, so that makes for interesting discussion in our house. We live in a small suburb and have been here our entire lives, and have no plans to leave. Our daughter goes and spends summers with her grandparents, so we’re already planning our own annual ‘vacation’ and what we’ll do this summer. Some trips to the water are definitely in order, I think. He’s also a lover of music, and we try to travel to see as many good shows as we can in the summers.

One of the people we love seeing:

Jack Ingram

Ladies, go just for the pictures of the man, if nothing else. I promise you will not be disappointed. 😉

Now, it’s your turn. Tell us about you.

Delay’s personal end of life story

Who knew? Tom Delay, of thuggish Texas politican fame, has had his own personal tragic story regarding a case similar to Terri Schiavo’s – his father’s.
From The Houston Chronicle:

Delay’s Own Brush With Tragedy

When his father was left in a coma, he agreed to forgo any heroic efforts

By WALTER F. ROCHE JR. and SAM HOWE VERHOVEK
Los Angeles Times

CANYON LAKE – A family tragedy unfolding in a Texas hospital during the fall of 1988 was a private ordeal — without judges, emergency sessions of Congress or the raging debate outside Terri Schiavo’s Florida hospice.

The patient then was a 65-year-old drilling contractor, badly injured in a freak accident. Among the family standing vigil at Brooke Army Medical Center was a grieving junior congressman — U.S. Rep. Tom DeLay, R-Sugar Land.

More than 16 years ago, far from the political passions that have defined the Schiavo controversy, the DeLay family endured its own wrenching end-of-life crisis. The man in a coma, kept alive by intravenous lines and a ventilator, was DeLay’s father, Charles Ray DeLay.

Then, freshly re-elected to a third term in the House, DeLay waited all but helpless for the verdict of doctors.

Today, as House majority leader, DeLay has teamed with Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, R-Tenn., to champion political intervention in the Schiavo case. He pushed emergency legislation through Congress to shift the legal case from Florida state courts to the federal judiciary.

And he is among the strongest advocates of keeping the woman, who doctors say has been in a persistent vegetative state for 15 years, connected to her feeding tube. DeLay has denounced Schiavo’s husband, as well as judges, for committing what he calls “an act of barbarism” in removing the tube.

In 1988, however, there was no such rhetoric as the congressman quietly joined the sad family consensus to let his father die.

“There was no point to even really talking about it,” recalled Maxine DeLay, the congressman’s 81-year-old mother. “There was no way he (Charles) wanted to live like that.”

Doctors advised that he would “basically be a vegetable,” said the congressman’s aunt, JoAnne DeLay.

When the man’s kidneys failed, the DeLay family decided against connecting him to a dialysis machine.

On Dec. 14, 1988, the senior DeLay “expired with his family in attendance.”

“The situation faced by the congressman’s family was entirely different than Terri Schiavo’s,” said a spokesman for DeLay, who declined requests for an interview.

However, there were these similarities: Both stricken patients were severely brain damaged. Both were incapable of surviving without continuing medical assistance. Both were said to have expressed a desire to be spared life sustained by machine. And neither left a living will.

This previously unpublished account of the majority leader’s brush with life-ending decisions was assembled from court files, medical records and interviews with family members.

It was a pleasant late afternoon in the Texas Hill Country on Nov. 17, 1988.

At the home of Charles and Maxine DeLay, set on a limestone bluff of cedars and live oaks above Turkey Cove, it also was a moment of triumph.

Charles and his brother, Jerry DeLay, two avid tinkerers, had just finished work on a new backyard tram to carry passengers from the house down a 200-foot slope to Canyon Lake.

The two men called for their wives to hop aboard. Charles pushed the button and the maiden run began. Within seconds a horrific screeching noise echoed across the still lake, “a sickening sound,” said a neighbor. The tram was in trouble.

Maxine, seated up front in the four-passenger trolley, said her husband repeatedly tried to engage the emergency brake but the rail car kept picking up speed. Moments later, it jumped the track and slammed into a tree, scattering passengers and twisted debris in all directions.

Karl Braddick, now 86, the DeLays’ neighbor at the time and a family friend, called for emergency help. Jerry’s wife, JoAnne, suffered broken bones and a shattered elbow. Charles, hurled head-first into a tree, clearly was in serious condition.

“He was all but gone,” Braddick said.

But Charles DeLay hung on in the ambulance to the New Braunfels hospital 15 miles away. He was airlifted to the medical center at Fort Sam Houston with multiple injuries, including broken ribs and a brain hemorrhage.

Tom DeLay flew to his father’s bedside, where, along with his two brothers and a sister, they joined Maxine.

Over a period of days, doctors conducted scans of his head, face, neck and abdomen. They checked for lung damage, performing a bronchoscopy and later a tracheotomy to assist his breathing. But the procedures could not prevent steady deterioration.

Then infections set in, and his organs began to fail. The family and physicians confronted the dreaded choice so many other Americans have faced: to make heroic efforts or to let the end come.

The preliminary decision to withhold dialysis and other treatments fell to Maxine, son Randall and daughter Tena — and, his mother said, “Tom went along.”

Today, Maxine DeLay lives in a Houston senior citizen residence. She acknowledges questions that compare her family’s decision in 1988 to the Schiavo conflict.

Like her son, she believes there might be hope for Terri Schiavo’s recovery. That’s what makes her family’s experience different, she says. Charles had no hope.

“There was no chance he was ever coming back,” she said.

But Terri Schiavo’s situation is different, Delay’s rep says, while turning down requests for interviews with Delay regarding this newfound information.

How? I see no differences, myself.

Do you?

The Booman Book & Film Fest

In a diary I posted yesterday, a few of our fellow members here at the Tribune suggested a place to talk books and movies. Everyone likes one or the other, don’t they?

So here’s a place to chat about any good books you’ve read, whether political or not, and movies you’ve seen that you’d recommend to the rest of us. We want to hear from you! What’s out there that we should check out? What fantastic entertainment are we missing?

I’ll start, below the fold.
I am a big Dean Koontz fan. I’ve read most of his stuff and think he’s great. His books are always so descriptive (admittedly, sometimes he goes overboard in that department) and he writes good stories. Entertaining, enthralling stories that grab you and keep you interested throughout.

I just read his latest, ‘Life Expectancy’. It’s about a man, Jimmy Tock, whose grandfather predicts he will have five special, extraordinary, and dangerous days in his lifetime.
As Jimmy is being born, his grandfather is in the ICU of the same hospital dying of complications from a stroke, and suddenly, his grandfather sits up in bed and starts talking, sounding very clear and strong. He speaks to his son, Jimmy’s father, and orders him to write these five dates down, five dates that will have an impact on his son’s life. What follows is the story of Jimmy and how these five days play out.

The book is excellent. The story is rich with character and is surprisingly humorous, and had me laughing out loud a few times. I enjoyed it so much that I finished it this past Saturday in two sittings, between cleaning bathrooms. 😉
I definitely recommend this one, not only to Koontz fans but to anyone that enjoys a well told story.

I also recently read another Koontz, ‘Odd Thomas’, that I absolutely loved. It’s about a young man who has the power to communicate with the dead, and all the problems and blessings that come with that power.
These two Koontz novels are, in my opinion, a departure of sorts from what he normally writes, but I honestly think that they’re my two favorites of his now. Try one or the other, but if I were you, I’d go with both.

Now, it’s your turn. Whatcha got?

Boy, did I feel stupid.

Hi guys. This is where I confess to feeling extremely idiotic for some months now, and hope someone out there can say, ‘Hey! That was me, too!’, but if not, that’s okay. 😉
Like many folks, I recently discovered my passion for politics. Or, more accurately, my passion for seeing this country keep from going to total shit. That was about a year and a half ago – or so – and I’ve been on a tare ever since. Finding information. Learning things I do not know. Educating myself. But, when I first found political sites and blogs (like Kos), they scared me half to death.

Why? Well, because I felt like I had nothing to say or add. I loved reading the diaries, the stories, the commentary, all of it – but felt I couldn’t contribute. All those folks at Kos were so smart, so educated, so knowing, so self-aware…it was extremely intimidating, and still is. I feel like I cannot measure up to what those folks know. I’m not near as politically active. I don’t have a lot of time in my personal life to get out there and pound the pavement and ‘do my part’. I just care, that’s all. I just think Bush is a complete tool, like they all do. I want to know if there is anything at all I can do to help change things. I’ve learned a lot. A LOT. More than I can ever say – and mostly because of those fine folks at Kos (and those here, as well – who I first read at Kos) and what they know.

Having said all that, I rarely post – there or any other political site I visit. That intimidation thing again. The fear of being called an asshat idiot. Occasionally, I’ll post something – but mostly in comments, and it’s usually pretty inane. So, I got to feeling like there wasn’t much point for me to hang around, because I felt like the country cousin. But, I did, dammit. I’m still hanging around, still learning. I just ain’t talking. 😉

But, I found this place – and the smaller, more intimate feel (not to mention the superb Deadwood thread on the front page) makes me so much more comfortable. I can speak out a little more and not feel like there are untold hordes of people reading my little rants and whatnot and thinking I’m a complete dweeb.

Although you may still indeed think that, please don’t shatter my newfound confidence, ‘kay?

Anyway, the point to all this mindless rambling is: did you feel this way when you ventured into the ‘political world’? Was it hard to dip your feet in the water? Is it still? Do you also sometimes feel that you don’t know near as much as you should and admire those that you think do? What have you learned that you didn’t know before visiting political sites?

I guess I just figure that if I felt this way, there are others that did/do too, and maybe it’d make some of us feel better if we know we’re not alone.

Okay, enough from me for now. Thanks for a nice new home to visit, Booman and company.