Indigo Insights

Saturday, November 30, 2002
Another easy one:

A little boy asked his father, "Dad, is God a man or a woman?"
And his father said, "Well, He's neither and He's both."
The little boy said, "Dad, is God black or white?"
And his father said, "Well, He's both."

And the little boy said, "Dad, is God Michael Jackson?"


When material like this just falls in your lap, what's a blogger to do? Follow-up to >^..^< 11/22/02.


Michele over at A Small Victory has pretty much had her (and my) say on PETA. Also, saved me a lot of typing today! Thanks Michele! Maybe you'll tell how you really feel in an upcoming post!!! Looking forward to it. LOL

Tuesday, November 26, 2002

Please take a look at this, linked by InstaPundit. What a great tribute to the USMC and testimony to a father's pride in his son, as his title "My Heart on the Line" indicates.


No link for this, so here's the whole thing. I'd like to think it's true!

This is supposedly an actual letter sent by the Michigan Department of Environmental Quality, State of Michigan. Response follows.

Dear Mr. Smith:

It has come to the attention of the Department of Environmental Quality that there has been recent unauthorized activity on the above-referenced parcel of property. You have been certified as the legal landowner and/or contractor who did the following unauthorized activity: Construction and maintenance of two wood debris dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond. A permit must be issued prior to the start of this type of activity.

A review of the Department's files shows that no permits have been issued. Therefore, the Department has determined that this activity is in violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, At 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Michigan Compiled Laws, annotated.

The Department has been informed that one or both of the dams partially failed during a recent rain event, causing debris and flooding at downstream locations. We find that dams of this nature are inherently hazardous and cannot be permitted.

The Department, therefore, orders you to cease and desist all activities at this location, and to restore the stream to a free-flow condition by removing all wood and brush forming the dams for the stream channel. All restoration work shall be completed no later than January 31, 2002. Please notify this office when the restoration has been completed so that a follow-up site inspection may be scheduled by our staff.

Failure to comply with this request or any further unauthorized activity on the site may result in this case being referred for elevated enforcement action.

We anticipate and would appreciate your full cooperation in this matter.
Please feel free to contact me at this office if you have any questions.


David L. Price
District Representative Land and Water Management Division

This is the actual response sent back............

Dear Mr. Price,

Your certified letter dated 12/17/01 has been handed to me to respond to. First of all, Mr. Smith is not the legal Landowner and/or Contractor at 2*** Dagget, Pierson, Michigan. I am the legal owner and a couple of beavers are in the (State unauthorized) process of constructing and maintaining "two wood debris dams" across the outlet stream of my Spring Pond.

While I did not pay for, authorize, nor supervise their dam project, I think they would be highly offended that you call their skillful use of nature's building materials "debris". I would like to challenge your department to attempt to emulate their dam project any time and/or any place you choose.

I believe I can safely state there is no way you could ever match their dam skills, their dam resourcefulness, their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence, their dam determination and/or their dam work ethic.

As to your request, I do not think the beavers are aware that they must first fill out a dam permit prior to the start of this type of dam activity.

My first dam question to you is: (1) Are you trying to discriminate against my Spring Pond Beavers or (2) do you require all beavers throughout this State to conform to said dam request?

If you are not discriminating against these particular beavers, through the Freedom of Information Act, I request completed copies of all those other applicable beaver dam permits that have been issued. Perhaps we will see if there really is a dam violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Michigan Complied Laws, annotated. I have several concerns.

My first concern is - aren't the beavers entitled to legal representation? The Spring Pond Beavers are financially destitute and are unable to pay for said representation - so the State will have to provide them with a dam lawyer. The Department's dam concern that either one or both of the dams failed during a recent rain event causing flooding is proof that this is a natural occurrence, which the Department is required to protect. In other words, we should leave the Spring Pond Beavers alone rather than harassing them and calling their dam names.

In my humble opinion, the spring Pond Beavers have a right to build their unauthorized dams as long as the sky is blue, the grass is green and water flows downstream. They have more dam rights than I do to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the Department of Natural Resources and Environmental Protection lives up to its name, it should protect the natural resources (Beavers) and the environment (Beavers' Dams).

So, as far as the beavers and I are concerned, this dam case can be referred for more elevated enforcement action right now. Why wait until 1/31/2002? The Spring Pond Beavers may be under the dam ice then and there will be no way for you or your dam staff to contact/harass them then.

In conclusion, I would like to bring to your attention to a real environmental quality (health) problem in the area. It is the bears! Bears are actually defecating in our woods. I definitely believe you should be persecuting the defecating bears and leave the beavers alone. If you are going to investigate the beaver dam, watch your step! (The bears are not careful where they dump!)

Being unable to comply with your dam request, and being unable to contact you on your dam answering machine, I am sending this response to your dam office.


Stephen L. Tvedten

Friday, November 22, 2002

I'm no Rush fan, but this Boston Herald piece is a good historical reminder to Mr. Daschle. Whether you are Dem or Repub, you may get something from it too.



Since imitation is the highest form of compliment, I didn't think Chuck would mind if I launched "Pussyfootin" as a new addition to Indigoinsights. It will probably be sporadic, just like the writer, but from my entry into Blogging World, I have wanted to write something about cats or dogs. I am very passionate about animals (not rabid enough to send money to PETA!) but I wasn't sure if animal posts would be appropriate here. Imagine my delight when I found the Meryl Yourish Cattales! Then when Bubba and his fans/commentators had their say about Christmas puppies this week -- well, it seemed like a green light to me. Hence, >^..^< Pussyfootin. The connotation is that the material here was gleaned while "Pussyfootin" around -- not that it will necessarily concern itself with cats!


After reading redneckin's Thanksgiving tale, I stand mute. Don't miss it! A classic Southern tale, in the inimitable redneckin genre. A big ZIP!!


How America Works
Let's see if I understand how America works lately . . .

**If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she was holding in her lap while driving, she blames the restaurant. **If your teen-age son kills himself, you blame the rock 'n' roll music or musician he liked. **If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco company. **If your daughter gets pregnant by the football captain you blame the school for poor sex education. **If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, you blame the bartender. **If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot up with heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not providing clean ones. **If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television. **If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer. **If a crazed person climbs into the cockpit of an airliner and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline.

I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So if I die while my old, wrinkled butt is parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates, OK?


>^..^< The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.

>^..^< I thought I "got it" when all the plastic surgery was done. Neverland was also a clue. Affinity for little boys raised my eyebrows. Strange places for sleeping gave me pause. The biographical movie "The Jackson Five" pretty much clinched it. But the picture that went "around the world in 8 minutes" (or less) removed any doubt. Just in case there's anyone left on planet earth who missed it, "Whomp! There it is!"

>^..^< Yeah, I know. Anyone else would have named this cornucopia of crassitude Potpourri. But you can find potpourri just about anywhere. Seen any other Pussyfootin' lately?

Thursday, November 21, 2002

Yourish says she can't talk about this. I can understand. "Sandwiches and schoolbooks lay scattered in the street. As rescue workers removed the dead from the bus, the bodies were placed in black plastic bags that were numbered and laid out in a row along a sidewalk."


While some of these are vintage, a few may be new to readers. Please remember the IN-BOX is all cut/paste work - absolving your House Mother of responsibility for any resulting trauma to the reader. In other words, "Reader Beware"!!
Suggested Bumper Stickers..
17. Jesus loves you...but everyone else thinks you're an a$$hole.
16. Impotence...Nature's way of saying "No hard feelings."
15. The proctologist called...they found your head.
14. Everyone has a photographic memory...some just don't have any film.
13. Save your breath..You'll need it to blow up your date.
12. Your ridiculous little opinion has been noted.
11. I used to have a handle on life...but it broke off.
10. WANTED: Meaningful overnight relationship.
9. Guys...just because you have one, doesn't mean you have to be one.
8. Some people just don't know how to drive... I call these people
"Everybody But Me."
7. Heart Attacks...God's revenge for eating His animal friends.
6. Don't like my driving? Then quit watching me.
5. If you can read this...I can slam on my brakes and sue you.
4. Some people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.
3. Try not to let your mind wander...It is too small and fragile to be out
by itself.
2. Hang up and drive!!
#1. Welcome to speak English!!!


>^..^< George Carlin said this week: "With all the presidential administrations we've had, I'm sure that by now there must have been someone in the cabinet who was also in the closet."

>^..^< Yesterday, Chuck over at redneckin linked to Andrew Sullivan to share a thought-provoking query: "What Would Jesus Drive?" Detroit and some religious leaders are pondering that question too.

>^..^< Q & A - from a web message board: Q: “Do You Think The Democratic Party Could Produce a Candidate That Could Beat President Bush in 2004?” A: "Of course they could. All they need is a candidate with movie star like charisma, one that’s a pathological liar, and one that will do the reverse of all his campaign promises once in office. Oh! I’m sorry. I forgot; it’s the law, Bill can’t run again."

Wednesday, November 20, 2002


Fox finally picked up the story!


Red Buttons said, "Sure I've gotten old. I've had 2 bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. I have bouts with dementia, poor circulation, hardly feel my hands and feet anymore, can't remember if I'm 85 or 92 but thank God, I still have my Florida driver's license."

Seven Wonders of the World

A group of geography students studied the Seven Wonders of the World. At the end of that section, the students were asked to list what they thought were considered to be the present Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids,
2. Taj Mahal,
3. Grand Canyon,
4. Panama Canal,
5. Empire State Building,
6. St. Peter's Basilica,
7. China's Great Wall.

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list.
The quiet girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."
The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the world are:

1. to touch
2. to taste
3. to see
4. to hear- She hesitated a little more, and then;
5. to feel
6. to laugh
7. and to love"

The room was so full of silence it was deafening!

It is far too easy for us to look at the exploits of man and refer to them as "wonders", while we overlook all God has done for us, regarding them as merely "ordinary."
May you be reminded today of those things which are truly wondrous!

Monday, November 18, 2002

My "different drummer" is beating a cadence today. I swear, sometime I think George Carlin is my love-child brother! Any-hoo, a few non-related subjects come to mind. Like George, a couple of these items (1 & 2) came from the dark recesses of my left brain.


Isn't it ironic that perhaps the most inept general of the Civil War is the only one many people remember today? Funny too that they don't even realize it. There may be millions of Americans who know what "sideburns" are, but don't have a clue that the excess facial hair is so named for the Federal military screw-up artist, General Ambrose Burnside. General Burnside sported the fullest (and grossest, IMO) beard on the sides of his face, while shaving the remainder except for the moustache. He was able to create a little havoc here in North Carolina, but was more notorious for his debacle at Fredericksburg. Inasmuch as his efforts in North Carolina were concentrated in the coastal area of the state where I grew up, it's likely that he encountered some of my great-greats. For more pics and background, link here and here, if you're a real history buff.


Anyone who didn't read "The Peter Principale" (pub.1969, Raymond Hull), when it was first published and popular, should do so just as soon as you can locate a copy. It can still be found in some used book stores. and maybe even on a dusty back shelf of a large library. Now out of print, Barnes and Noble has it for a ridiculous price, as well as Amazon. The hypothesis of The Peter Principale is that people in the American work force rise to their level of incompetency. While it was a much-discussed book of the time, it recently occurred to me that it has proven to be a prophecy! The author was exploring the beginnings of apathetic, lackadaisical work habits and attitudes in America, concentrating largely on the corporate world, if memory serves me. If the author is still alive, he must must be amazed to realize that his amusing little "principal" was prophetic, and has now progressed into the highest echelons of government. Bet you can come up with some candidates for the Peter Principale Award!


And as if to prove the Principale in Item Two, this prime example just fell into my hands! LOL


Dropping in on SKB is like stopping by Wal-Mart. Everytime you go you see something you missed the last time. For instance, yesterday I noticed for the first time that Bubba lists worthwhile charitable organizations, rather than asking for gratuities for himself. A gentleman and a scholar! I visited several sites, but my favorite was the National World War II Memorial. (Second Place: Friends of the Smokies) There is so much to see and browse that I will have to go back and continue as time permits. But I'm ever so grateful to Bubba for leading me to these sites.

As a sign-off, and in memory of General Burnside, with speakers up, now hear this!

Sunday, November 17, 2002

The war is over. The Taliban has disappeared. Freedom rings. Things are fine in Kabul. Right? NOT. One wonders why the major media does not update us more on circumstances in that beleaguered land. Out of sight, out of mind? Maybe I don't explore the media thoroughly enough, but what I learn about current life in Afghanistan seems to be from foreign sources. The human spirit survives in Afghanistan, but still needs a lot of nurturing. Here is a report that is both disheartening and uplifting - and should be read by every American who is as ill-informed as I am. "Was It Worth It?" is rather lengthy, but not tedious.

Saturday, November 16, 2002

In an aside to a New Jersey friend of mine a few days ago, I used the expression "cobbed". I also interjected (parenthetically) that he probably wouldn't understand that comment. He didn't; and insisted that I explain. Well (says I) since you are from the North, there is no possible way you could know the meaning of an expression totally indigenous to the South. But sometime maybe I'll blog it for you. Actually, I suppose some areas of the country may know it, but only where there are corn fields.

Feigned delicacy dictates that I carefully proceed with the history of cobbing. I grew up in a little town where as soon as one passed the city limits sign, there was no more indoor plumbing. My education to the art of cobbing came to me through visiting my grandparents' farm. There was no such thing as "a room and a bath" in the early 1900s when they built their house. There was "a room and a path". At the end of the path was the charming little house behind the house with the crescent decor. Within the walls of that outwardly adorable cubicle, appearing to be a doll house, was an unbelievably hellish interior. Dark as doom. Only a sliver of light came in through the opened door. The crescent cut-out may have been for letting in some light, but it was insufficient. I never visited my grandparents' crescent house but once. Took one look inside and ran back up the path without entering. But I had time to see the ominous bench with a hole in it and a large bucket of corn cobs nearby. Must have been about six years old at the time, but that scene from Dante is branded on my brain as vivid as if it were yesterday. I think they upgraded to the Sears-Roebuck catalog later, but cannot attest to that inasmuch as I never looked in but once. I remember dancing a lot the rest of the afternoon until I got back home.

So anyhow, my Yankee friend, if you ever hear a Southerner say how bad something cobbed him or her, you will have an inkling now of the meaning. As I said at the beginning, it's a delicate matter and my grandmother would turn over in her grave if she knew I blogged this!!!!


Received this from a friend. Whether you are a smoker or not this is an interesting read. Please notice the reference to the Alabama lady. Some things are about just plain courtesy. Personally, I am more offended by public flatulence than public smoking. But that's just me. Here is my friend's reply to the person who sent it to her, plus Peggy Noonan's URL for the article.

This is great and I want to send it to my friend over at Possumblog. But I can't access a URL. Could you send it to me please? And as to that "second hand smoke" crap -- I have a 15 year old cat (that's 105 in human years) who has never in her entire life had one day in a smoke-free environment. The vet says she's the healthiest 15 year old he's ever seen. With the exception of a touch of arthritis, she has no health problems whatsoever. But keep that to yourself or the PC non-smokers may hear about it and add arthritis to the Hazards of Smoking List.

Thursday, November 14, 2002
Ken Hamblin has some words to say about our flag. And if you think all I know today is what I read of others' material, YOU'RE RIGHT!!!

Yourish linked a beautiful but heart-rending item yesterday. The father of the murdered mother and children at Kibbutz Metzer gave the most poetic eulogy for his loved ones that I have ever heard. His words made the horrible event in far away Israel seem really up close and personal. The world should know every story behind these senseless killings. Perhaps then the obfuscations in the media would get into focus better. For every headline we see, there is a family tragedy that we don't hear about. Please read this.

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

Some of you may have assumed by now that I am quite the Native American aficionado. History, customs, religion, and anything factual regarding our indigenous Americans has fascinated me most of my life. Thanks to the Nicolas Cage movie, Wind Talkers, millions of people now know one of the best kept secrets of WW2. The Navajo Code Talkers were really secret stuff for at least a decade or more after WW2. Their code was never broken by the enemy and the government wanted to keep it classified in case it was needed again. Lots of material on the web about them now. Credit finally being given to the Navajo Marines and the USMC for creating the team.

Recently, another contribution of the Native People made the news: The Shadow Wolves. You probably saw media reports on them this week. Apparently this has been kept relatively quiet too since, although formed in 1972, this week was the first I saw of the group on TV. An informative piece straight from the Res gives some background and tells how their tracking skills are being sought by other countries.


Received this from a Freeper friend. What a springboard!!! Suggestions run the gamut - some of them even seem sane. Days like this I wish I had a Comments program. But you can always tell me what you think at
and I'd love to hear from you. One of these days maybe I'll figure out how to make that permanent on this page! Long story about why I'm so cyber-retarded.

Ah, but that's another blog!

And BTW - above two items (Shadow Wolves and CA Bashing) were published Wednesday morning at my house. The following items, actually were sent on Tuesday.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

If I didn't know what an honest, forthright, upfront guy the Possum Man is, I'd think he was fishing for "strokes"!! Three Readers? Pshaw! Anyhow, PM, thanks for the Reagan quote. I'm adding it to my favorites, if it's ok with you. (or maybe even if it's not! LOL)


Comfort and prayers to all the suffering folks whose lives were turned upside down yesterday. Anyone who has been through the ravages of a tornado, as have I, knows what havoc has been created in your lives. May God help in your healing and rebuilding.

Friday, November 08, 2002

Any normal thinker (whatever that is anymore) would ask "Why?"
a parent would kill his own son. The answer springs to mind: Evil. Hey! It's out there people and no amount of sweet charity is going to eradicate it. When the latest murder of the "rap artist" made the news several days ago, I thought what would have happened to the genealogy of music if that trend had begun in the 1940s. Bing Crosby may have killed Frank Sinatra for selling more records? Sinatra would have put out a hit on Perry Como if Como's numbers had surpassed his own? Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman could have made the Hatfields and McCoys seem mild. And then came that upstart Tony Bennett. Well, you get the drift. I won't bore the musically apathetic with the 50s, 60s, 70s, etc. Thankfully, the musicians who launched America's love affair with the Top Forty were not evil people. Had they been, my life would have certainly taken a different turn. Music would not have been a motivating force for me if today's "artists" had been providing it.

Given the choices of "The world must send a message to Saddam that his misbehavior will not be tolerated." and "The United Nations must not become a symbol of unprovoked aggression." how would you vote

Thursday, November 07, 2002

In perusing the blogs to keep my finger on the pulse of Blogger World, I learned from Misha, the "Nice Doggie" man, that November is National Military Appreciation Month. Please visit this site and say "thank you" to our military, if you're appreciative.

Some of the commenters expressed uncertainties about how to handle a direct contact with military personnel. What would be appropriate? Rushing into the debate to get my two cents in, I posted the following:

Posted by Indigo at November 7, 2002 10:44 AM --
To hug or not to hug? Depends on who YOU are. A handshake may be more appropriate. I'm a grandmother and Saturday night before Mother's Day, I was treated to a lovely dinner at Outback. At the large round table next to ours were about 10 USMC Special Ops. Mean and lean and BEAUTIFUL. They had obviously just returned from the Afghan war zone and were enjoying a celebratory night out. After much toasting and congratulating each other, they settled in to enjoy a raucous and delicious meal. Our party ended before theirs did, and when I arose from the table, I took one step toward the Marines' table and announced: "If anyone will not be getting a Mother's Day hug tomorrow, here's your chance." As a unit, they jumped from their chairs and queued up!! Some of the biggest grins and tightest hugs I have ever received!!!

Wednesday, November 06, 2002

Proud and happy for our first woman Senator. All in all, a very satisfying day


Everybody has said everything about every aspect of yesterday's election. Nothing new for me to add. But if you'd like a little entertainment, see this. OH MAN!!!

Tuesday, November 05, 2002

That'll teach that little frat boy!!! LOL (see Southern Way below)

(Subtitled: Stick to what you do best - singing)
Babs gives liberals a bad name!

( An excerpt from the November 4 New York Post "Page Six" ite by Richard Johnson with Paula Froelich and Chris Wilson, which Brit Hume highlighted on his FNC show: )

Barbra Streisand, the New York Post's "Page Six" column asserted on Monday, "is privately saying that Senator Paul Wellstone's plane crash was 'no accident.'" Meanwhile, Streisand's Web site urges her fans to vote, warning that if Republicans win "there will not be any check on the power of the right wing. The result would be devastating for reproductive choice, the environment, civil liberties, Social Security and health care." In short, "Republicans are about protecting the corporations while
Democrats are about protecting people." And this week's Late Show "Top Ten" contest: "Top Ten Signs Barbra Streisand Has Gone Nuts."

She's quoted bogus Shakespearean passages, misspelled the name of Rep. Dick Gephardt, and issued a position paper identifying Saddam Hussein as the "president of Iran." Now liberal activist Barbra Streisand is privately saying that Sen. Paul Wellstone's plane crash was "no accident." "I was shocked but, knowing a bit about her, not surprised by her statement," a witness told The Post's Braden Keil. "She said there's more to this than meets the eye."...

Streisand expressed her paranoid conspiracy theory to an audience of interior designers bidding on the chance to decorate a planned addition to her Malibu estate. The singer, who recently sold her triplex on Central Park West for half of what she originally asked three years ago, gave up looking for another apartment in New York and is sending her furniture out west, where she is building a separate building to house the antique items.

In a letter to the five candidates bidding for the job, she tells the prospects she won't have time to discuss anything until after the election. "She then says they better be voting Democratic and goes into a long political missive about reproductive choice, the Supreme Court, the environment and the power of the right wing," adds the source.

Babs' Web site -- which hawks everything from soup mugs to golf balls -- consists largely of her political statements, with a big section defending her screw-ups. Last year, her site urged fans to be more energy-efficient even while she criss-crossed the country on fossil fuel-sucking private jets, roamed the roads in gas-guzzling limos and SUVs, and vacationed on big power boats. Streisand also urged her fellow Americans to set air conditioners at 78 degrees. One source told Keil that Babs kept the 16 rooms in her unoccupied Central Park West triplex as cold as a meat locker.

And don't forget the time Streisand urged everyone to conserve energy by hanging laundry outside on lines, rather than use electric clothes dryers. But when asked if Streisand herself was using a backyard clothesline, her spokesman said: "She never meant that it necessarily applied to her."

> END of Excerpt <

One would think the Democrats would ask Barbra to just shut up, as many Republicans have asked Jerry Falwell.

Friday, November 01, 2002


Just popped in on Yorkieblog and urge anyone who may see "Insights" first, please check out Francesca's "personal and controversial" (her description) words of spiritual wisdom. She pretty much says exactly how I feel about the subject explored, only with much more passion and conviction than I could ever muster. Here's a BIG AMEN and an encouraging YOU GO GIRL to my newly found soul-sister!

And since I'm already on the soapbox, may I also recommend this site from Urban Legends, in case you missed the Golden Corral God omission, and this one from possibly the only Brit in the UK with positive words for America.