Who am I?
I get a bit of feedback from those who might not know me. Who am I? Who is Jefferson?
Well ...
Jefferson is a single dad of two great kids, a graduate of Washington State University (more than once) a fan of live anything over recorded anything, a former blonde, recovering caffeine addict, ex-rock magazine editor, former licensed flagger, marathon runner and triathlete, tae kwon do black belt, soccer fan/player/coach, published novelist, Seattle Sounders Supporter, Frosted Flakes fan, two step and swing dancer, Kurosawa movie buff, future cask aged micro brew owner, and failed guitarist ...
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
A tale of two prisons ...
A tale of two prisons ...
or ... why not Alcatraz instead of Gitmo?
After the attacks of September 11, 2001 the United States and others were faced with many choices of how to deal with the rise of international terrorism and Islamic Extremism. The opportunity in front of us was one that – if done properly – would clearly show that certain ideals about liberty, openness, and freedom were a direct counter to something ultimately as defeatist as we were facing. My understanding of history is one that shows that movements that are ultimately about consolidated power of a few over the rights of the vast majority lose out. The majority of the Islamic world is not interested in the goals and aims of groups like Al Quaeda, they want the basics of life like other cultures do, and they were also mostly horrified by the atrocities committed in the name of their religion.
Would the leaders with the task of facing up to modern terrorism live up to it by showing the world that the bar was high, a transparent and fair legal system was essential to democracy, and clearly show that the terrorists were leading their society down the wrong path by showing the strength of a society based upon strong civil liberties?
No.
The US government has turned on its own people; trampling civil liberties, blocking access to information at every turn, and focusing on secrecy above all else. Our government has taken the notion of civil liberties as a sign of weakness, when it is in fact our greatest strength in the long run.
Gitmo is a perfect example. We have essentially ignored and tried to create international law at the same time. The utter lack of transparency in government is a historical sign that something being done needs to be hidden because it is wrong. And why Cuba? It is clear to me that it was chosen because of the opportunity to function outside of scrutiny and that the Bush Administration was shocked at the reaction its plan met and continues to meet by Americans and the rest of the world.
No, Alcatraz would have been a far better choice of locations. The thought of terrorist suspects, real and legitimate ones going through a very public and open legal process in the heart of San Francisco Bay while being forced to look at the bright lights across the water would have been a far more powerful signal to the world and the terrorists themselves. We could have said, “We have nothing to hide,” and proceeded to give Americans a good solid look at the process with confidence in our government and its leaders.
That did not happen.
or ... why not Alcatraz instead of Gitmo?
After the attacks of September 11, 2001 the United States and others were faced with many choices of how to deal with the rise of international terrorism and Islamic Extremism. The opportunity in front of us was one that – if done properly – would clearly show that certain ideals about liberty, openness, and freedom were a direct counter to something ultimately as defeatist as we were facing. My understanding of history is one that shows that movements that are ultimately about consolidated power of a few over the rights of the vast majority lose out. The majority of the Islamic world is not interested in the goals and aims of groups like Al Quaeda, they want the basics of life like other cultures do, and they were also mostly horrified by the atrocities committed in the name of their religion.
Would the leaders with the task of facing up to modern terrorism live up to it by showing the world that the bar was high, a transparent and fair legal system was essential to democracy, and clearly show that the terrorists were leading their society down the wrong path by showing the strength of a society based upon strong civil liberties?
No.
The US government has turned on its own people; trampling civil liberties, blocking access to information at every turn, and focusing on secrecy above all else. Our government has taken the notion of civil liberties as a sign of weakness, when it is in fact our greatest strength in the long run.
Gitmo is a perfect example. We have essentially ignored and tried to create international law at the same time. The utter lack of transparency in government is a historical sign that something being done needs to be hidden because it is wrong. And why Cuba? It is clear to me that it was chosen because of the opportunity to function outside of scrutiny and that the Bush Administration was shocked at the reaction its plan met and continues to meet by Americans and the rest of the world.
No, Alcatraz would have been a far better choice of locations. The thought of terrorist suspects, real and legitimate ones going through a very public and open legal process in the heart of San Francisco Bay while being forced to look at the bright lights across the water would have been a far more powerful signal to the world and the terrorists themselves. We could have said, “We have nothing to hide,” and proceeded to give Americans a good solid look at the process with confidence in our government and its leaders.
That did not happen.
A Tale of Two Plea Bargains ...
A Tale of Two Plea Bargains ...
Idaho Republican Senator Larry Craig plead guilty, stood in front of cameras, and tried to make believe that his admission of guilt and signature did not matter. He has been unapologetic in his attempts to cast himself as a victim. Craig has claimed that he was “entrapped”. In order to be entrapped you have to do it in the first place. Larry, that is an admission. That tells everyone all they need to know. Larry Craig would have you believe that his signing his name to a guilty plea was the same thing as pleading “No Contest”. It’s not and his ongoing antics make it clear that he is desperate to cloud the issue to try and make it go away when all he has done is fan the flames.
Atlanta Falcons Quarterback Michael Vick plead guilty, stood in front of cameras without a script, and apologized. In the process he chose to take a public account of his behavior. He made no excuses. He is going to go to jail and has little chance of being reinstated by the current NFL Commissioner Roger “suspend and fine everyone without mercy” Goodell. Vick’s choice to admit his guilt and face the public and take his punishment like a man is refreshing, even if his crime was grotesque.
I am a believer in redemption and forgiveness, especially when people take open account for their own actions. Michael Vick will see his redemption long before Larry Craig.
Idaho Republican Senator Larry Craig plead guilty, stood in front of cameras, and tried to make believe that his admission of guilt and signature did not matter. He has been unapologetic in his attempts to cast himself as a victim. Craig has claimed that he was “entrapped”. In order to be entrapped you have to do it in the first place. Larry, that is an admission. That tells everyone all they need to know. Larry Craig would have you believe that his signing his name to a guilty plea was the same thing as pleading “No Contest”. It’s not and his ongoing antics make it clear that he is desperate to cloud the issue to try and make it go away when all he has done is fan the flames.
Atlanta Falcons Quarterback Michael Vick plead guilty, stood in front of cameras without a script, and apologized. In the process he chose to take a public account of his behavior. He made no excuses. He is going to go to jail and has little chance of being reinstated by the current NFL Commissioner Roger “suspend and fine everyone without mercy” Goodell. Vick’s choice to admit his guilt and face the public and take his punishment like a man is refreshing, even if his crime was grotesque.
I am a believer in redemption and forgiveness, especially when people take open account for their own actions. Michael Vick will see his redemption long before Larry Craig.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
The Swains - Live at Rancho Valenzuela ...
The Swains
Live at Rancho Valenzuela ...
August 25, 2007
Ballard's only Honky Tonk ...
Friday, September 14, 2007
Never Leave During The Seventh Inning Stretch ...
Never Leave During The Seventh Inning Stretch ...
Seattle Mariners 8
Tampa Bay Devil Rays 7
9-13-07 Seattle, WA - Safeco Field
Thursday PM (almost 2 hours before first pitch)
- Ticket left for Tim at Will Call. I go in early as there is no point standing around being irritated by scalpers. No money for beer.
- Free card giveaway. “First twenty thousand fans”. They’ll have leftovers tonight.
- I try and get a batting practice ball with all of the success I ever have. No mitt. No ball. Sun in my eyes for 40 minutes whilst I try. Good times.
- Free photo “with the Mariner Moose” … okay …
- I think I see an ex-brother-in-law and kind of creep the guy out by staring.
- Ohio State fans? Oh, that’s right, they are here to kick Husky ass this weekend.
- No radio. Dangit!
- Scorecard a buck. I’ll keep score tonight.
- Man, this place is prissy.
- It’s a sunny, nice, and still somewhat warm evening as we get through the first of 3 ceremonial first pitches. I deliberately do not wear my coat, trying to soak in the end of Summer for as long as I can.
- Tim and I match, which is kind of creepy, and he comments that we look like LDS missionaries. Worse yet, he’s correct.
Friday AM (about 15 hours later)
While driving to the bus Friday morning I listened to the news update on the radio briefly mention the Mariners come from behind win on Thursday night. I had to smile, because had I heard that report and had left early, I would have been very, very, very unhappy. There was a point in the game where I seriously considered leaving, but decided not to just in case something really cool happened. Something really cool did happen; the M’s came back from 7-1 down at the 7th Inning Stretch and won 8-7 in very dramatic fashion. The Sporting Gods would have smited me for my indiscretion had I left the game early. Instead, the Sporting Gods showed favor upon Jefferson and put him in position to really enjoy watching the go ahead run round third and head for home. Yes, the Tampa Bay manager was the one smited, for he is the one that walked Ichiro to get to Beltre and had to watch as Beltre pulled a horrible low and outside pitch he had no business swinging at in the first place down the left field line in fair territory whilst Jeremy Reed, of all people, scored as a pinch runner.
Thursday PM (Approximately 16 hours earlier, give or take)
She smacked her head, hard, with her right palm, then kept muttering and swearing about and at the Queen of England and bodily functions. The two guys across from me seemed like undercover security at first, sent to keep an eye on her. We had sat there at the bus stop a little too long for something not to be up; lingering after the obvious security guy on his cell phone finally stepped off the bus so we could depart; having followed her onto the bus after following her around the transit center due to her erratic behavior. The guy seated across from her, he leaned away sharply when he finally noted her behavior and the slap, making an “Oh #*($” sort of eye contact with me, but ultimately closing his eyes and listening to his headphones, likely turned up louder.
The same guy across from her, he could have turned his headphones up due to the guy that would not just shut the #*($ up about his partying with an acquaintance that wasn’t quite as loud but was still willing to participate in the conversation. Dude, I don’t care about your accidental candlelight party because your power was shut off two days earlier or about your thoughts on anti-heroes and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle characters or Pirates of the Caribbean.
I had seen the head slap lady walking around the transit center wearing a bath robe; a very, very old bathrobe over her rolled up pants with a hospital-ish type of stocking cap. She was muttering while walking and I noted the security guy eyeing her. I was kind of ticked that she originally sat across from me. She got up to get off the bus moments later, but turned and moved back when she noticed the security guy at the front of the bus. She stayed in that seat and somehow the woman next to her managed to remain asleep.
Oh. My. God. The loud guy is discussing Red Dawn. “No, they weren’t Russians, more like Cubans or something. It didn’t matter, it was just American propaganda … WOLVERINES!!!” I try to not keep listening.
She hasn’t done anything but stare at her transfer slip for a while now. I can’t tell if she is still muttering or not because that >!(#head won’t ever shut the #*($ up about television programming. I really should have brought the MP3 player today. No, I did not want to be burdened by carrying stuff around at the game tonight. The two guys who are apparently not security after all have a brief discussion about sitting in the accordion section of the bus before one of them plugs in his MP3 player and the other gets out a bestseller to read that I have considered reading myself. The transfer slip is now in her mouth, sticking out like an orange tongue. I need to stop looking.
This has already been a long commute from Bellevue to Seattle. He’s getting louder now. His friend is encouraging him. Clearing out my cell phone of old text messages is helping distract me. The tunnel noise helps. Heckler alert. Yes! The two not security guys and I start rooting him on quietly amongst ourselves. “Shut up!” the guy keeps squeaking from behind his newspaper a couple seats away. They argue a bit. One keeps talking. The other keeps heckling. I hope they have the same stop. They don’t. The two guys laugh at my comment about the same exit.
I get off the bus, nearly missing my stop due to the giggling. The guy just keeps being louder. He gets off at the same stop as me with his friends and keeps right on being loud outside. I cross the street quickly to finally get away from him. She stayed on the bus. I needed some hum bow; they’re cheap and filling. I just like saying the word.
Seattle Mariners 8
Tampa Bay Devil Rays 7
9-13-07 Seattle, WA - Safeco Field
Thursday PM (almost 2 hours before first pitch)
- Ticket left for Tim at Will Call. I go in early as there is no point standing around being irritated by scalpers. No money for beer.
- Free card giveaway. “First twenty thousand fans”. They’ll have leftovers tonight.
- I try and get a batting practice ball with all of the success I ever have. No mitt. No ball. Sun in my eyes for 40 minutes whilst I try. Good times.
- Free photo “with the Mariner Moose” … okay …
- I think I see an ex-brother-in-law and kind of creep the guy out by staring.
- Ohio State fans? Oh, that’s right, they are here to kick Husky ass this weekend.
- No radio. Dangit!
- Scorecard a buck. I’ll keep score tonight.
- Man, this place is prissy.
- It’s a sunny, nice, and still somewhat warm evening as we get through the first of 3 ceremonial first pitches. I deliberately do not wear my coat, trying to soak in the end of Summer for as long as I can.
- Tim and I match, which is kind of creepy, and he comments that we look like LDS missionaries. Worse yet, he’s correct.
Friday AM (about 15 hours later)
While driving to the bus Friday morning I listened to the news update on the radio briefly mention the Mariners come from behind win on Thursday night. I had to smile, because had I heard that report and had left early, I would have been very, very, very unhappy. There was a point in the game where I seriously considered leaving, but decided not to just in case something really cool happened. Something really cool did happen; the M’s came back from 7-1 down at the 7th Inning Stretch and won 8-7 in very dramatic fashion. The Sporting Gods would have smited me for my indiscretion had I left the game early. Instead, the Sporting Gods showed favor upon Jefferson and put him in position to really enjoy watching the go ahead run round third and head for home. Yes, the Tampa Bay manager was the one smited, for he is the one that walked Ichiro to get to Beltre and had to watch as Beltre pulled a horrible low and outside pitch he had no business swinging at in the first place down the left field line in fair territory whilst Jeremy Reed, of all people, scored as a pinch runner.
Thursday PM (Approximately 16 hours earlier, give or take)
She smacked her head, hard, with her right palm, then kept muttering and swearing about and at the Queen of England and bodily functions. The two guys across from me seemed like undercover security at first, sent to keep an eye on her. We had sat there at the bus stop a little too long for something not to be up; lingering after the obvious security guy on his cell phone finally stepped off the bus so we could depart; having followed her onto the bus after following her around the transit center due to her erratic behavior. The guy seated across from her, he leaned away sharply when he finally noted her behavior and the slap, making an “Oh #*($” sort of eye contact with me, but ultimately closing his eyes and listening to his headphones, likely turned up louder.
The same guy across from her, he could have turned his headphones up due to the guy that would not just shut the #*($ up about his partying with an acquaintance that wasn’t quite as loud but was still willing to participate in the conversation. Dude, I don’t care about your accidental candlelight party because your power was shut off two days earlier or about your thoughts on anti-heroes and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle characters or Pirates of the Caribbean.
I had seen the head slap lady walking around the transit center wearing a bath robe; a very, very old bathrobe over her rolled up pants with a hospital-ish type of stocking cap. She was muttering while walking and I noted the security guy eyeing her. I was kind of ticked that she originally sat across from me. She got up to get off the bus moments later, but turned and moved back when she noticed the security guy at the front of the bus. She stayed in that seat and somehow the woman next to her managed to remain asleep.
Oh. My. God. The loud guy is discussing Red Dawn. “No, they weren’t Russians, more like Cubans or something. It didn’t matter, it was just American propaganda … WOLVERINES!!!” I try to not keep listening.
She hasn’t done anything but stare at her transfer slip for a while now. I can’t tell if she is still muttering or not because that >!(#head won’t ever shut the #*($ up about television programming. I really should have brought the MP3 player today. No, I did not want to be burdened by carrying stuff around at the game tonight. The two guys who are apparently not security after all have a brief discussion about sitting in the accordion section of the bus before one of them plugs in his MP3 player and the other gets out a bestseller to read that I have considered reading myself. The transfer slip is now in her mouth, sticking out like an orange tongue. I need to stop looking.
This has already been a long commute from Bellevue to Seattle. He’s getting louder now. His friend is encouraging him. Clearing out my cell phone of old text messages is helping distract me. The tunnel noise helps. Heckler alert. Yes! The two not security guys and I start rooting him on quietly amongst ourselves. “Shut up!” the guy keeps squeaking from behind his newspaper a couple seats away. They argue a bit. One keeps talking. The other keeps heckling. I hope they have the same stop. They don’t. The two guys laugh at my comment about the same exit.
I get off the bus, nearly missing my stop due to the giggling. The guy just keeps being louder. He gets off at the same stop as me with his friends and keeps right on being loud outside. I cross the street quickly to finally get away from him. She stayed on the bus. I needed some hum bow; they’re cheap and filling. I just like saying the word.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
911 ... time has flown
911 ... time has flown
I was driving to work early that morning and listening to the radio ... The End was on and the talk was about a plane that had hit the World Trade Center ... I had to find out my first info on this from Steve the Producer ...
At the work place that day ... there were no calls more or less, the world was watching television ... I did talk to a guy who said could see the smoke from where he was in New Jersey and to someone whose car was parked near that area ...
My brother let me know we got our 2002 Olympic tickets in the mail that day ... would there even be an Olympics? There was. And, as we flew in to Salt Lake City several months later our plane was under military escort ...
I went to New York City in 2004 and saw the site, walked all the way around it, and got a story first hand of what it was like to be there that day from an old friend who works in Manhattan ... it was sobering ...
Sporting events that week were cancelled ... the M's ... the Cougs ... I went to the make up game for the 911 cancellation of the Cougs and Colorado a few years later at Qwest Field ... the 911 cancellation game ended up deciding who played for the BCS that year since the game never being played really screwed up the computers regarding Nebraska and Colorado in re strength of schedule for the 2001 season ...
Since then, we have been abused by our political leaders who still say that if you are not waving the flag, giving in to whatever they want, or question them at all, then you "Hate America" ... I love my country even when I do not agree with those elected ... in fact, people protest because they love their country ...
It has been six years since that horrible day ...
I was driving to work early that morning and listening to the radio ... The End was on and the talk was about a plane that had hit the World Trade Center ... I had to find out my first info on this from Steve the Producer ...
At the work place that day ... there were no calls more or less, the world was watching television ... I did talk to a guy who said could see the smoke from where he was in New Jersey and to someone whose car was parked near that area ...
My brother let me know we got our 2002 Olympic tickets in the mail that day ... would there even be an Olympics? There was. And, as we flew in to Salt Lake City several months later our plane was under military escort ...
I went to New York City in 2004 and saw the site, walked all the way around it, and got a story first hand of what it was like to be there that day from an old friend who works in Manhattan ... it was sobering ...
Sporting events that week were cancelled ... the M's ... the Cougs ... I went to the make up game for the 911 cancellation of the Cougs and Colorado a few years later at Qwest Field ... the 911 cancellation game ended up deciding who played for the BCS that year since the game never being played really screwed up the computers regarding Nebraska and Colorado in re strength of schedule for the 2001 season ...
Since then, we have been abused by our political leaders who still say that if you are not waving the flag, giving in to whatever they want, or question them at all, then you "Hate America" ... I love my country even when I do not agree with those elected ... in fact, people protest because they love their country ...
It has been six years since that horrible day ...
Monday, September 10, 2007
Cougar Football Saturday ...
In 1996 I attended Cougar Football games with a pager, in case of labor. In the years since, it did not make sense to drag the kids to these games, since the crowds are so large. I take them to sporting events, but ones with much smaller attendance. Now that Ringo is playing junior football and is understanding the game, it makes much more sense to take him. So, father and son had their first Cougar Football Saturday together ... very, very cool ...
Cougar Football Saturday ...
WSU 45 SDSU 17
Seattle, WA - Qwest Field
09-08-07
Cougar Football Saturday ...
WSU 45 SDSU 17
Seattle, WA - Qwest Field
09-08-07
Friday, September 07, 2007
Two, Two, Two Games in One (Post) ...
Two, Two, Two Games in One (Post) ...
Game 1
Seattle Sounders 1 FC Dallas 2 (AET)
Seattle, WA - Qwest Field - 8-4-07
US Open Cup Semifinals
Game 2
Seattle Sounders 4 California Victory 0
Seattle, WA - Qwest Field - 8-6-07
USL1 Regular Season
**********
A couple of notes:
Game 1
- 10K? nice ... good timing given that the Billionaire Disney Exec Future Grand Sounders Poobah was supposedly at his first game ...
- 0-0 after regulation, 2-1 after extra time? I still think an early goal would have turned this into a shootout ...
- as the 2nd extra time wound down I commented to Tim that it just wasn't going to happen, then there was 4 minutes of stoppage added to punish Dallas for their unprofessional conduct of time wasting and the Sounders managed to score and have everyone in the box for one last go at it as time expired and Eylander sent one into the box ... too bad Appalachian State used up all the upset karma in the universe for the foreseeable future ...
- stuff being thrown from the crowd; streamers, bottles, whatever ... will hopefully lead to a tape review of the section and stadium bans against the offending parties involved ... it doesn't matter why ... it just doesn't happen ...
- a great game ... one of the best played matches I can remember seeing ... the crowd was into it and drowned out the piped in music over and over ... people cared about this result ...
Game 2
- a lot less than 10k
- the Cougar logos on the field must have been a good luck charm for the Sounders and should remain there forever ...
- 6th minute goal 1 ... by the 27th it was 2-0, the California D was clearing balls off their goal line as often as not, and it was very clear that a flat back four had no chance against the Sounder midfield and forwards, and the first crack at the hat trick had already been struck ...
- the middle of the first half ball and tee shirt toss into the crowd had virtually everyone standing and trying to get a ball - my daughter and I each got one earlier in the year ourselves - and those that did not stand seemed not to be bothered by it ... well, there may have been a few people channeling Grumpy somewhere in the stadium ...
- a hat trick ... always nice to see ...
Game 1 - Where have you all been? We've missed you ...
Game 1 - I actually kind of like sitting here ....
Game 1- An example of how to really make your presence felt as an opposing fan ...
Game 2 - Opening kick and California is already going the wrong way ...
Game 2 - It didn't seem like The Victory got it past midfield very much ...
Game 2 - The first (of many) goals ...
Game 1
Seattle Sounders 1 FC Dallas 2 (AET)
Seattle, WA - Qwest Field - 8-4-07
US Open Cup Semifinals
Game 2
Seattle Sounders 4 California Victory 0
Seattle, WA - Qwest Field - 8-6-07
USL1 Regular Season
**********
A couple of notes:
Game 1
- 10K? nice ... good timing given that the Billionaire Disney Exec Future Grand Sounders Poobah was supposedly at his first game ...
- 0-0 after regulation, 2-1 after extra time? I still think an early goal would have turned this into a shootout ...
- as the 2nd extra time wound down I commented to Tim that it just wasn't going to happen, then there was 4 minutes of stoppage added to punish Dallas for their unprofessional conduct of time wasting and the Sounders managed to score and have everyone in the box for one last go at it as time expired and Eylander sent one into the box ... too bad Appalachian State used up all the upset karma in the universe for the foreseeable future ...
- stuff being thrown from the crowd; streamers, bottles, whatever ... will hopefully lead to a tape review of the section and stadium bans against the offending parties involved ... it doesn't matter why ... it just doesn't happen ...
- a great game ... one of the best played matches I can remember seeing ... the crowd was into it and drowned out the piped in music over and over ... people cared about this result ...
Game 2
- a lot less than 10k
- the Cougar logos on the field must have been a good luck charm for the Sounders and should remain there forever ...
- 6th minute goal 1 ... by the 27th it was 2-0, the California D was clearing balls off their goal line as often as not, and it was very clear that a flat back four had no chance against the Sounder midfield and forwards, and the first crack at the hat trick had already been struck ...
- the middle of the first half ball and tee shirt toss into the crowd had virtually everyone standing and trying to get a ball - my daughter and I each got one earlier in the year ourselves - and those that did not stand seemed not to be bothered by it ... well, there may have been a few people channeling Grumpy somewhere in the stadium ...
- a hat trick ... always nice to see ...
Game 1 - Where have you all been? We've missed you ...
Game 1 - I actually kind of like sitting here ....
Game 1- An example of how to really make your presence felt as an opposing fan ...
Game 2 - Opening kick and California is already going the wrong way ...
Game 2 - It didn't seem like The Victory got it past midfield very much ...
Game 2 - The first (of many) goals ...
Sunday, September 02, 2007
A Day at The Fair ...
A Day at The Fair ...
The Evergreen State Fair in Monroe
September 2, 2007
I seriously considered purchasing this item.
Mooooooooo ...
A guy was shaving the rear udders of goats with a disposable razor. I chose to take this picture instead.
Nothing runs like a Deere.
This bull was considering mayhem against Uncle Ron.
Dangerous chickens.
Where is your cousin Jar Jar?
The Klan is desperate for members.
El Gran Luchadore Sheep.
Why is this necessary?
Ron had not gone to The Fair in decades. His plan was to try and keep down a Deep Fried Snickers (on a stick). It stayed down.
Cliff Hanger (w/both).
1001 Nachts (w/Mantha).
Extreme Fusion.
Ringo: Dad, look at the ground!
Dad: I can only see the ground!
The Evergreen State Fair in Monroe
September 2, 2007
I seriously considered purchasing this item.
Mooooooooo ...
A guy was shaving the rear udders of goats with a disposable razor. I chose to take this picture instead.
Nothing runs like a Deere.
This bull was considering mayhem against Uncle Ron.
Dangerous chickens.
Where is your cousin Jar Jar?
The Klan is desperate for members.
El Gran Luchadore Sheep.
Why is this necessary?
Ron had not gone to The Fair in decades. His plan was to try and keep down a Deep Fried Snickers (on a stick). It stayed down.
Cliff Hanger (w/both).
1001 Nachts (w/Mantha).
Extreme Fusion.Ringo: Dad, look at the ground!
Dad: I can only see the ground!
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