So, there I was, swimming in the bay. Now, a few weeks ago, a baby thresher shark had gotten in, and died. It wasn't really a danger, being less than four feet long, sick, and having been run over by assorted propellers, though by the evening of the sighting, the length of it was being said to be up to eight feet, and the bay had been shut down. The bloody thing wasn't any bigger than a bluefish, for chrissakes, and those bite!
So, anyway, there I am, swimming. I'm well out, further than anyone else, nowhere near where you can stand up, when about fifty feet away, certainly no more, up pops this 20inch dorsal fin. For a split second, I was absolutely stunned, going OMGWTFBBQ! Then, I was off like a shot. I may be old, and yea, verily fat, but holy fuck, Michael Phelps eat your heart out. I hit shore that fast. Someone behind me calling out 'sunfish'. I didn't care. I'd been between them and it, and they were backing out, too. I wanted to hear that one from the lifeguards.
Yup, Sunfish. 700-1000 pounds of absolutely docile, jellyfish eating wierdass shaped fishead with fins. The lifeguards are still giggling over JUST how fast I moved, after years of seeing me swim ever so slowly to shore at night's end.
Yes, I feed them. I figure their habitat is already so disturbed by us that we are only making up for what they don't catch when we do. I also feel bad that so many people chase them just for the fuck of it. No, folks, it's NOT cute when your kid does that with the sand and the shovel to the bird. Teach them to be cruel to animals, why don't you? So, anyway, there I am, feeding them wholegrain something or other and bits of burger, pigeon standing on my toes, when I realize I am utterly surrounded by about fifty of the things, and some are getting SMART. One poor thing that had lost a foot, probably to fishing line, has figured out that you get the most food by hovering, and that the other birds can't attack you when you do. Yes, that bird got well-fed. I felt for it. There it is, maimed, rejected by its peers, yet adapting, and making due by using its brains. I admire that.
I called the governor of Alaska, upon hearing about her, and that McCain would be running with her, a bitch. This upset a family member, but to that I say that anyone who would attempt to deny me my rights to bodily autonomy in case of pregnancy, or even potentially to birth control, considering things that those as far right as she are pulling, is not only a bitch, but a fucking bitch. I also feel, just as an aside, that she's an overreaching beauty queen, plastic-assed soccer mom, and, for all she's popular in her home state for giving out wads of cash, shouldn't be anywhere near national politics with her apparent complete inability to separate church and state, and her intent to bring that assinine twaddle known as creationism into our classrooms. That she'll be a heartbeat from the presidency if the Republicons get in again somehow sounds more like a bad comedy plot than something that could be real, but Gods help us, it's real.
Up until last night, I was underwhelmed by the thought of Obama. Then, I saw him speak, and realized that his issues are my issues, right down to how I would have phrased some of them myself. If he can accomplish 1/4 of what he brought up and promised to do, he'd be the best damned candidate in years. Possibly decades or more. I found him incredibly persuasive, and we all know just how jaded I can be. I was going to vote for him before because I felt him the lesser of two evils. I'm going to vote for him now because, for the first time in a very long time, I am actually just a bit excited, and even hopeful, about a candidate. I actually BELIEVED some of what he said, because I could tell that he was holding back on how he said it.
I could tell that every fiber of him wanted to launch into that pulpit-standing kind of "I have a dream" style, but that he only hinted at that, while he made it pretty clear that he DOES have a dream, and what he's dreaming is something that I can actually stand behind. There is also what he said, and that there is not one thing I wouldn't see done that he wishes to attempt. I never once got the impression that this man was going to be about race, but about unity, and rights, including specifically, and FINALLY, rights for equal pay for women.
This is not a man who grew up with a silver spoon up his ass. I think he really meant some of this, because he grew up with a mother and grandmother who really did struggle, and apparently, idolizes both of them. He saw one ill and dying, and knows what it's like trying to get care. That really IS a big difference, and a big deal.