The ongoing Political Musings of a former (now Stray) Yellar Dawg Dem.
This is a Feminist Blog, in the tradition of Susan B. Anthony.
"Just Tell Them...
I have worked 40 years to make the Women's Suffrage platform broad enough for Atheists and Agnostics to stand upon, and now if need be I will fight the next 40 to keep it Catholic enough to permit the straightest Orthodox religionist to speak or pray and count her beads upon."
UPDATES: PUMA, D.K. Jamaal discusses the American Public's choice HERE. Jamaal is dead on correct. No amount of intellectual pontification from Krugman, or anyone else, can change the reality that the "Tea Party Has Won The Debt Ceiling Debate."
Former Ohio Gov. Ted Strickland (D): “I don’t know if they failed, I think they may have miscalculated,” he said of the administration’s handling of the debt messaging. “[But] I’m troubled when I hear the phrase ‘shared sacrifice,’ because quite frankly I think the working people in this country have already sacrificed.” (Keep in mind that Ted was a big Hillary supporter and knows that Obama has failed. In fact, I was there when he begged us to vote Hillary for the sake of the State, and the party.)
In "real life" Dawg is a mom, a nurse, a pet rescuer and a tireless advocate for animal rights.
Dawg is happily married for thirty years and has raised three awesome children. She holds an advanced degree in Family Science, wherein her research was focused on women's support circles during parturition. Her dedication to Women's Rights is directly affected by her belief that motherhood should not be a sentence to isolation and disenfranchisement.
Dawg is on hiatus from political bloggery d/t the intense demands of her engagement in the No Kill movement at this time. However, she remains influenced by PUMA politics and reads the blogs of her fellow PUMAs (at right) regularly.
Thanks for the Visit, all you Stray Dogs and PUMAs!
"Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave.