Back on the Grid and Hopping Mad

I look away from the world for a week to move and get my life together (ask me how that went) and everything just goes to hell in a handbasket out there.  

First, the Dodgers have completely fallen apart and even Andre Ethier is looking like he'd rather be anywhere but at the plate these days.  I know the divorce is taking its toll and morale can't be all that high with Torre leaving, Vin retiring, and serious money woes, but you're still getting paid an obscene amount of money to play baseball.  Would a little team coherence kill you guys?

While I was packing and unpacking my worldly possessions (very surprised to learn that I own a blender, by the way) the whole country decided to collectively go apeshit over a community center/mosque/Ground-Zero-Fuck-You-Care-Package-Love-Al Queda.  This is really simple.  If you have any faith (whoops!) in the Constitution of the United States or even just the method by which it was created, then this is covered and you have no reason whatsoever to worry your pretty little head about it.  Particularly if you're the former-quitter-governor of Alaska.  If, however, you'd rather live in a country where popular sentiment and the government get to decide who worships what and where, Saudi Arabian Airlines flies out of New York and Washington D.C.--buy a ticket.  

Then during the first 72 hours of my, "Hey!  Get your mouth off that!" vigil--still ongoing--Google decided that they didn't really mean all that stuff they said about Net Neutrality and don't really care what happens to the state of the internet beyond, say, next year.  They're busy spinning this as "The best they could do." when in reality it's almost everything the Telecoms and Wireless providers have always wanted: a tiered internet in which they get to play gatekeeper to content and innovation alike.  Hey Google, get your dirty mouth off my internet!  

Pets are supposed to be therapeutic, right?