When are we going to get it?

In horrific late breaking news, Radio Free Asia is now reporting that up to 80 or more Tibetans have been killed in today’s violent clashes with Chinese military. Chinese authorities responded with brute force today to ongoing protests in Lhasa and across Tibet. Supported by tanks, thousands of armed troops have sealed off the three major monasteries where nonviolent protests were initiated on Monday. Chinese police have fired live ammunition into crowds of unarmed Tibetans and unconfirmed reports from eye-witnesses in Lhasa say that 26 Tibetans were gunned down outside Drapchi prison. While the international public and media have been appropriately horrified by China’s clampdown, the U.S. has made only very weak statements. White House Spokesman Tony Fratto said, “We believe Beijing needs to respect Tibetan culture. They need to respect multi-ethnicity in their society. We regret the tensions between ethnic groups and Beijing.”

Does anyone remember the Tiananmen Square Massacre?

Counterfeiting of every product we send there for manufacture, is minor compared to the Chinese government killing their own people. What the fuck is wrong with that place? They killed our animals using a poison to trick the chemical testing of the dog food into thinking there was more protein than there actually was.   Poisoned  our children with lead paint on toys.    The list goes on and on… well, here’s the list. 

What needs to happen to for us to something about this? Are we all too happy to go to Wal-Mart and be able to buy our needs cheaper than we have ever have? My boss went to China earlier this year to look at potential suppliers. The lure of low cost production facilities is too enticing for corporate America. The photo’s he sent back are astonishing… The pollution is so bad there, they will be shutting down most of the energy plants for a month prior to the Olympic Games. BTW, anyone want to take a stab at the age of the children that will be producing the apparel for the Olympics

Strike 3

I don’t know if it was 3 strikes, but it was enough for me.

We made plans again for dinner last Sunday. Because of the distance, our dates have been sleep overs.  I offered up the guest room, but we were mature about it, if you get my drift.

After dinner, we had some wine and beer, then because I had to go to work in the morning, we went to bed. She kept getting up to go pee. It must have been 3 times before I fell asleep. I heard the door close again, I thought it was the bathroom door, it was the bedroom door… I then heard her downstairs, I look at the clock, it was 4:30 am. I rolled over, a few minutes later she came back upstairs…

“What were you doing?”

“I can’t sleep, I had too many energy drinks yestarday…”

“What?”

She settled down and got up again… WTF?

My alarm went off at 5:00am and I went downstairs to have my coffee. I noticed the bottle of wine from last night was now empty… oh for christ’s sake… she got up at 4:00 in the morning to polish off the rest of the wine? I should have seen the warning signs… the previous date when we were back at her place, she drank her wine and mine…

No more dates for her…

Date Night

Well, after a not so successful first date with my blind date, I called wifey’s husband to get his take on the evening. He said it wasn’t the cosmo’s that did her in, it was the two bottles of wine the girls had shared all afternoon. Then in the morning, while wifey was sleeping, he had to entertain her and found out, she really has a nice personality when the pomp and circumstance of date night was over.

I wanted to give us another chance before writing her off.. We had been playing phone tag all week and never really got to talk during the week. Saturday afternoon, I went to the store and planned my Sunday dinner. I usually make myself a real nice sunday supper, because of eating like shit during the week.

 I got home from the store and the machine was flashing with a new message. It was short.

“Hi, this is ___________ I think you should come over tonight, call me.”

I called her back, she had an appointment from 6 to 8, then would be ready for 9:00pm. I am thinking to myself… uhm… that’s my bedtime… ok, give me your address, I’ll pop it into my GPS, yup it found it, see you then. We went downtown manchvegas… she wanted to see about a martini bar she had heard about. We found it ok, but parking was another problem.. I found a parking garage… but I had my doubts, my truck would fit. (F-350) There was a little bar that hung from the roof that let you know if you touched it, you probably shouldn’t try to go in. I was under it by 3 inches. Everytime I went under a beam my antennas hit it. The girl was kind enough to reach out the window and hold the antennas from slapping.

We went to the martini bar for a drink and talk. We didn’t have martinis… she had a glass of wine and I had a budweiser. We decided it would be funner to play air hockey and pool, so we left for Jillians’. We went in, the bouncer asked for her ID and $5. She gave him her ID and said “see my sugar daddy for the money”. We got drinks and found the air hockey table. She spilled her rum and coke on the table and we needed to find a waitress to clean it up. I had been warned by her, that she is a proffessional air hockey player and would offer me some tips. I asked her if she was beating me too bad to lay off and give me a couple of points. I beat her 5 games to 1.

We closed the place and were thinking about what to do next, when she asked me to stay over. I didn’t know what to do, I have a dog at home, I have never left him overnight alone. At first I declined, then thought about it for 300 miliseconds and said “That would be great, what’s the worst that can happen to him?”

We got back to her place and talked for a while and hit the sack… (being good, it was a first date after all, well second I suppose). I woke in the morning and looked at the clock, it was 5:00, I woke her and told her I had to leave. I drove home, my boy was up and terribly excited to see me. We went for a little walk and went to sleep.

 She is coming over for dinner tonight. I have a lot of cleaning to do today…

I’ll keep my concerns to myself for the time being.

A simple suggestion…

Yestarday, my group leader brought some signoff forms to my office….

Her: Could you do me right here in your office?

She shot me a look… WTF? a hottie, but she’s married, doesn’t wear her wedding ring. She wore it around the holidays “to avoid the discussion with the family…” I don’t want to get involved with a married woman, or even somebody at work, been there done that.  

Me: Yes, give me those forms, I’ll do them in my office right now.

Blind Dates… when will I learn?

Friday night, I had a date… well it was a “group” date. A friends wife wanted me to meet one of her friends.

We planned the time and place… they walk in…

Ok, so she is kinda cute… for some reason, I thought she was going to be a skinny Asian… she wasn’t.

First things first, my friends wife says… do you know who “porn star” is?

Me: I’ve heard of her, can’t put a face to the name

Wifey: She is her hairdresser

Well, that makes all the difference in the world…

She commented on the pizza not being real pizza and she should know, because she’s Italian…

We settled down for drinks, I asked how she met the “porn star”…

Seems she was a hairdresser (still is) and the starlet came in randomly one day. Oh, so you aren’t her hairdresser, you cut her hair once… I didn’t say it out loud, but it became clear that was her brush with fame. She said something about being “my Space” friends with the starlet, which brought the table’s conversation to mySpace.

Wifey: I don’t think married couples need a my Space account, it just leads to trouble.

Me: I have plenty of friends with accounts.

So we took Wifey’s iphone and logged into myspace… “what’s your user name, I asked”

“oh, just search by my regular name…”

and your last name?

“____________ski”

“I thought you were Italian?”

“Well, I am 1/8^th Polish”

“You’re the 1/8” that matters… your last name…”

After dinner we decided we would goto the couple’s house and watch a movie… I walked in the door as the girl raced to the bathroom… apparently the cosmopolitans’ didn’t agree with her.

I have been getting txt’s by wifey all day… she likes you, do you like her? Sounds like 6^th grade doesn’t it?