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Beautiful Socks

Oh valiant little feline, you will be missed. After a long struggle with cancer, Socks left us yesterday, February 20 and made the world a little less fuzzy. Oh, and he was for Obama alright.  Betty loved him so.  You can’t take the Maryland out of a cat, and Maryland is all about Obama.

From MSNBC below, no more be said about whether or not Betty made the right decision.  When cats don’t want to eat, they don’t want to live.  That’s it.  Thanks Betty.  You’re the best.

“The cat wasn’t eating and wouldn’t get up Friday morning. When he finally did go to the litter box, he simply fell into the litter, prompting Currie to call Three Notch Veterinary Clinic.

Currie and the vet agreed it was time to put Socks down. Currie told SoMdNews.com that she plans to have Socks cremated.

Socks, who would have turned 20 in the spring, was a stray when he was adopted for Chelsea Clinton while Bill Clinton was governor of Arkansas. The family brought Socks with them to the White House in 1993.”

People online continues:

It was near their home in Maryland that Socks was put to sleep Friday morning. “He could no longer stand and wasn’t eating,” according to family friend and presidential historian Barry Landau. 

“The truth be known, Betty asked if Socks could come live with her. The Clintons didn’t abandon Socks. They were totally conflicted. It broke their hearts, but they knew it would be the right thing for Socks’ welfare.” 

“Betty had lost a close family member and a dog and they wanted to do something nice for her,” continues Landau, noting that Hillary Clinton had just been elected to the U.S. Senate. 
“The truth be known, Betty asked if Socks could come live with her. The Clintons didn’t abandon Socks. They were totally conflicted. It broke their hearts, but they knew it would be the right thing for Socks’ welfare.” 

Socks acting like a normal cat

“Betty had lost a close family member and a dog and they wanted to do something nice for her,” continues Landau, noting that Hillary Clinton had just been elected to the U.S. Senate.

Hillary Clinton with Socks in 1999

During the family’s days in the White House, Socks had become attached to Betty, with whom he spent many hours every day. “Socks was always curled up on a blue striped silk chair, next to Betty,” in her office outside the Oval Office, Landau says.

Socks at work

Landau adds that even visiting heads of state asked to have pictures taken with the cat.

In the years since he left the White House, Landau says, “Socks had an incredible life. Betty cooked for Socks,” he said, noting the cat loved chicken.

On Thursday, Currie took Socks for one last walk; she plans to have the cat cremated. 

Bill & Socks

Bill loved that cat. Kept him close. Cats know EVERYTHING. They hear no evil, see no evil, but they smell it, they can tell it.

Oh Yes I Can Read

At 102 cat-years old, a legendary lover such as myself with bad kidneys and IBS needs a price break on his meds to spend some dinero on a nice collar now and again.  Keep the ladies attentions.  Get me?

 I ain’t no illiterate LOL cat.  Bring on brother Obama ASAP, with anchovies please. I need my rights. I don’t mind that Sasha needs a doggie-slave to boss around (and you know that’s the deal cuz Malia ain’t allergic to dogs; jus’ that deep down she wants a sleek Felix*).  The little one will learn baby, she’ll learn. We are irresistible. I auditioned for this video - didn’t get the part. It’s all good though, because even as a mini-movie drags. Oscar will not be knocking and I have a reputation to uphold. When I want something or do some serious acting like it, you can point that lens right at me and it will melt filming my desire.  For real. I am all up in it when I gotta have it.  Ask my peeps. 

That cat is lip-syncing,  Can’t you tell? Lame as a Kibbles n’ Bits commercial.  His hair is a mess and method acting he is not. He doesn’t even know how to sleep properly.  That is some lack man. My guess is that cat is vegan and his dude puts patchouli oil on him to keep the fleas sympatico or somethin’ California shady like dat.  Bet you anything.  My buddy Bruce died supporting Barack all the way to his last nighty-night.  See About Us.  Now that is a tribute.  Peace Bruce. You won it for all of us man.

*Socks Clinton catted around and ruined EVERYTHING for us in the big house. And no wonder. Clints left him with Betty, who covered everyone’s tail in that house.  Now Socks be a goner.  Good looking dude - jus insecure without the real love.  Hang in there, man. January 20th is a comin’ and stem cell research is back in business. You are the Jackie Robinson of White House pets.

Looking mighty in 2 tones

I marvel as the Limbaughs, straight-faced, watch in fear, horror and simple base indignation as this election, our election, has quickly turned the United States into a very popular country in the world again. Intangible but overt good-will is trickling in: our allies are abuzz, rogue nations are pulling back to inspect the change-over. Our long missing democracy materialized early in the evening on November 4th, no longer just words, with the world as witness. Somehow Fox & Friends pretend not to notice, relentlessly negative. The Hannitys continue to blab about the danger of a President Obama, about how much we hate our country while they love their country unconditionally. Who believes that? Who believes that we all see the same country, and with the same degree of complexity and bias?

We just took part in the first truly “for the people, by the people” election since at least the 19th Century and that sucks? No acknowledgment by the Ingrahams, just an immediate pivot to :”We’re on the road to hell with Obama, and to hell with the rest of the world”. Is that really how they want to roll, rooting for continued failure on all levels? Is there a downside to Obama’s national approval rating rising to 68% post-election? The slight mood shift, perhaps a temporary sigh of relief at the end of a long, unnecessarily low-minded Presidential campaign, has aroused a hint of characteristically American optimism in spite of tumultuous indicators for the near future. There is a tacit agreement by the majority of the majority, to put aside divisive issues, and urgently work hard to work together, to resolve urgent issues. The deal was struck on November 4, 2008.

Are Fox & Friends unable to, if only as spectators, pull back and admire the audacity, that in our United States, we chose what I can now state without laughing to ‘hope’, pull together and get through this as individuals, communities and a nation (i.e., as the Obama campaign was run)?  How programmed are they to argue with apparent conviction, that their country’s power structure of domination by division, fear and control is anything other than a scourge?

Are the Limbaughs prepared to be jobless if everybody changes the channel because it’s just mean-spirited in lean times to peddle pessimism about the future of our country? Who will be left in the country they love, then, if no one is listening?

Barack Obama, although responsible for the looming financial collapse has, the Hannitys continue to insist,

never accomplished a single positive thing requiring a high degree of skill. Think on that. C’mon, not even the three-pointer he drained on his first try in Kuwait this summer? His money machine? We all loves us some Benjamins, right? Nope, as they have been telling us at every hour of every single day since January 3, 2008, he’s without a single significant achievement. For the next 60 days, the slacker Obama was supposed be picking out a dog with his kids - nothing accomplished again. And on that, well, we found out on 60 Minutes that the dog is also ‘deferred’.

Nothing at all has turned their world topsy-turvy, dislocated its center of gravity, and yanked its command-and-control switch. Now that’s something, if entirely unintentional. A revolution occurred, born of tacit agreement, spilling residual benefits everywhere, surrounding my belief with certitude. Yes We Did.

Did we agree to invite them along? Even the ones who…everybody? You’re a better person than we deserve rookie and I’m there with you. I’ll scoot over if they decide to join us.

*Sarcast-Insert™, see glossary

I think it is finally sinking in. I have given in to believing it’s real. I feel like Etta James sounds as she sings the first two words of relief in, “At Last”. I was never big on ‘Hope’ or ‘Change’ as talking points of the campaign, they were often mocking points and made me cringe. Oh, they look good on signs, but were impossible to describe during my 11 month, information-based crusade to recruit Obama volunteers and voters. In retrospect, internally, we volunteers, some of us skeptics, felt a certain hope, a hope that it would be possible to make a sea-change, and were given the right tools to go at it. Every day we motored on, marveling at the progress. Now, externally (in the world), I feel hope and see change, rapidly multiplying, even as the Obamas simply pick a dog in Chicago. All of the facts, the policies and proposed implementation methods that I tried to explain to seemingly deaf voters in every state, that vast, unreachable majority willfully unfamiliar with Obama, voted for him on November 4th and allowed me to appreciate these two inane words.