The American Eskimo has also been cross-bred with Pomeranian’s (‘Pomimo’), the Poodle (‘Pookimio’), and the Shih Tzu (‘Shih-Mo’).

Short post today…

We are in the throws of elections here in the United States.  Every legal insider is doing the “He-said, She-said” shuffle.  Name calling, verbal tongue lashings and brutal in-fighting are the norm for the next couple of weeks.  Everywhere you turn, someone is in someones face about who did this or who said that. And night time T.V. is shot.  I can’t watch my Gilligan’s Island reruns during prime-time on the Nick channel.

The one thing I do find fascinating is the mannerisms of the people.  I found out (by accident) that if you turn off the sound you get a real penetrating study in the behavior, the physical behavior if you will, of the people directly (or in-directly) involved in the campaigns.  This is a chance to view the politico’s in their natural environment.

Crap…    now I sound like a nature show announcer…

“Now the prime candidate takes his stance upon the podium.  He puffs out his chest in a demonstration of his prowess.  All eyes surrounding the opulent male are upon him.  They eagerly await any announcement which will indicate which way the herd will move.  The alpha female is only a few steps away, casting a disapproving eye on those within the conclave that could be the downfall of her mates temporary tenure.

“Notice the one in the corner with the black suit and sun glasses on.  He passes along a look of complete boredom, even making a yawning motion and the typical look down at his shoes as if he were tired of the whole thing.  But make no mistake; should someone or something upset the delicate balance of the conclave, he would leap into action slaying all who would endanger the species…”

I’m serious…   it’s getting to a laughable stage.  I think that in four years, I will go on a month long vacation to somewhere remote.  I won’t be able to get away from the U. S. political machine completely, but I won’t be in the same hemisphere, that’s for sure.

Who knows; I might sign on a crab boat out of Dutch Harbor.  At least out there I won’t be hounded to death by rhetoric and innuendo till the cows come home.

Politics.  Who ever coined the phrase “necessary evil” had to be talking about politics.

Right now I’m going to find a breed of dog that comes from the mix of a Beagle and a Boxer…   it’s called a Bogle.  Because that’s what politics is doing to my mind.

Until next week…