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UPDATE!!

Ok, so I have proven this week that in no way am I a web person. BUT, you must please update your bookmarks and links

**Drum Roll Please**

http://lifewiththedunns.com/blog/

It is still not looking like quite what I want, but it is there, and that's where updates will be taking place from this point forth. I had to kind of take away the rest of the site (well I didn't, but I didn't know what I was doing), but that should be back before too long. It has been a really arduous process to be honest, but hopefully things on the site like design etc. will slowly be rolling out over time!

Web Stuff is Hard

Trying to get a new website sorted out, http://LifeWithTheDunns.com

The goal is to get the blog onto that website with the sub-directory /blog.

It's hard.

I am not a web person.

:(

So the blog for the meantime is going to be ugly and plain till I get it sorted out.

P.S. If anyone knows how to do the wordpress.org thing and get a blog into a subdirectory, I am all ears.

Welcome to the Twilight Zone

The Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, freaky deaky, call it what you want. This is where you exist when within one week a family member unexpectedly loses their long time job, and two others wind up in the hospital for separate, but serious health issues. This is when you head to a different part of the state to tend to family matters, and then fly across the country to tend to others. Here's to hope and faith that all ends in a positive light. Please wish us well on our journey.

Olympics Baby...

Q. Number of times during the next two weeks of Olympic coverage Jon Dunn will say, "Oh, those are women?"

A. 231.



Just said it when the womens road cycling came on. Some tough lookin' broads on those bikes.

I must say, even though I hate a lot of things about China, it's hard not to watch the games. I mean only every four years do I get to see in depth coverage of such popular sports such as Badminton, and Water Polo. By the way, am I the only one that cannot see crap on Water Polo? It's just a bunch of splashes in the pool and then you hear the whistle blow when someone chucks it in the goal.

The other thing that is annoying about some of these sports is the announcers for each. You know, I don't watch a lot of coxed four scull rowing whatever the hell it is. So I know you follow the exciting world of rowing all year, but I, along with the rest of the world does not. An explanation of terms every once in a while might be nice.

In other things I have learned this week? China has a beach volleyball team. And beach volleyball is an Olympic sport, not just a popular BBQ game in the 80's.

My New Love...

Being a vegetarian for over a year now, really has not been that hard. It honestly gets easier all the time as I can't really remember what most meat tastes like. For example, I used to love deli meat sandwiches. Making the switch to Tofurky or other fake "meat" slices was damn near impossible I thought because it just was not good. But as time passes, it gets better and now I really like the stuff. Crave it even.

The other thing too, is that certain stores say, Trader Joe's has some really creative fake meat products.

Exhibit A



Ohhhhh yes. You read that correctly, Soy Chorizo. Really, really tasty actually especially with cheesy hasbrowns and eggs.

So if you don't think you can kick meat to the curb, give some of these products a try. It's really not that hard at all.

And let's be honest, if I can do it, ANYONE can do it.

Back From Salt Lake.....For Now

A great trip up to Salt Lake this weekend. Friday night at the NMHPU event was great, and we had some good quality time with Jaime's folks.

Seems we will have to head back up to SLC though very soon.



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That's right, we are giving the finger to Verizon, and becoming Yuppie Scum (according to Jaime's Dad). Yuppie Scum maybe, but scum on the cutting edge with iPhones :)

So when they arrive at the AT&T store at Fashion Place mall in 10 to 21 days, we have to head back up to port over, kiss Verizon goodbye, and join the iPhone ranks.

Thanks Babe!!

Canine Casino Night

Jon and I will be in Salt Lake this weekend to attend NMHPU's First Annual Canine Casino Night. Come and see us -- and raise some money for Utah's Homeless Pets!

Canine friends welcome!

Who needs Vegas? Forget Wendover. No More Homeless Pets in Utah presents its hippest high-rolling new dog deal, Canine Casino Night. It all happens on Friday, August 1st from 6:30- 10 PM at the Radisson Hotel (215 West South Temple-downtown Salt Lake City). Tickets are just $35 ($40 at the door) and include signature drinks, hors d’oeuvres and admission for your barking brat pack, too. The ace in the hole is our spectacular silent and live auction and just for fun gaming includes Blackjack, Craps, Roulette and Texas Hold’em. No More Homeless Pets in Utah was recently voted host to “the best parties for the dogs” in the City Weekly’s 2008 Best Of edition, so don’t miss out on this one. Click here to get your tickets now because this promises to be a full house!

An Awesome Weekend

Well, we're back from Vegas -- what a fun trip! Eddie Izzard was even better than I expected -- and I expected a LOT. I have to say I cannot remember the last time I laughed that hard. He is even MORE hysterical in person. I won't reveal too much of the content so as not to spoil it for others, but suffice to say we are really itching for this tour's DVD to come out--a souvenir, if you will. If you have the opportunity to see him in your city (or nearby), I highly recommend shelling out the 50 clams it cost. It was worth every cent of hard earned cash (and we work for a non-profit, so we don't have a whole lot of it to spare).

And with that, I'm off to ignore the bearded guy upstairs whilst listening to my jazz chicken.



[ If you go see him, you'll understand what I mean. :) ]

This is Love

Hummingbird

For the 202nd post of this blog...

We present Ruby Christine Davis...



Just a couple more months before that sweet face sees daylight for the first time. Can't wait to meet my first niece!!!

Pretty sure we will be the coolest Aunt and Uncle ever :)

It was....well....Monky

This weekend was a special treat. Monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery came to Best Friends. They are a band of their traveling monks, hittin' the road and raising money for their monastery as well as spreading their hard to swallow message of peace for all. I mean seriously, who do they think they are?

Kidding!

It was pretty darn cool. For about an hour they ran through what I think was a prayer book, chanting and occasionally kicking up the music.



One of the monks obviously had some kind of voice training as he literally sounded like a didgeridoo. He seemed to be leading the gang, while one played a giant drum that looked like a lollipop.



So every few minutes they would totally go all out. Two monks on some kind of horn, two on what looked like one of those Swiss Horns.



Really pretty incredible stuff. Makes you really hate what the Chinese have done to Tibet.



As if the way China treats its animals wasn't enough to not support the Beijing Olympics, maybe what the Chinese have done to Tibet is?

Our Campaign Has Gone To The Dogs

If you haven't yet heard of our latest and greatest endeavor, then I urge you to visit obamafamilydog.com. The Barack Obama family recently announced that they anticipate adding a canine member to their family. We hope that they will carefully consider their options in selecting the new four legged member of their family.

This is not about politics, it's not about partisanship, it's not about pure breeds versus mixed breeds ("mutts"), it's a conversation about adopting a homeless animal versus buying an animal from a pet store or breeder. (Contrary to popular belief there are many pure breed dogs in shelters that need forever homes). Please sign the petition and pass along to all of your friends and contacts who also support the endeavor of encouraging the Obama family to adopt a homeless dog.

Welcome to the Desert

Hey so in other things that freak me out (not just the UroClub), check out this little friend we had outside the back door tonight.



Yah, a Western Black Widow. Hard to tell from the photo, but insanely large. Looked big enough to kill maybe the entire Dunn family.

We didn't kill it, but we did clean out all the webs it had spun. Hopefully we can make it move at least further away from the back door.

It would be a better photo, but it freaked me out enough that I just could not get any closer.

*shudder*

Cake or Death?

Jon has continued to dominate out on the golf course. This week I discovered my favored summer hobby.

Going to the pool.

Now, you may remember a few weeks back that there was some heavy controversy because the city council implemented some rules for patrons of the Kanab pool (also known as the “Cowboy Water’n Hole”). Well, most of that excitement fizzled, because you can now wear your bikini, although you cannot wear your thong. It’s all subjective though. What happens if I go down the slide and get a giant wedgie? Are they going to kick me out?? And if they do, why are they looking at my posterior in the first place??

All silly rhetoric aside, I am pleased to share that the pool is actually quite an impressive facility. It’s more like a miniature water park complete with a jungle gym for kids (young & old) fountains, water sprayers, a lazy river where the strong current carries you along. While I haven’t actually played in the kid areas, I have observed many children of all ages enjoying it. Mostly I have been hiding out in the lap pool – in the deep end. It’s not typically too crowded with young’uns but the real reason is because I can actually get some exercise if I’m in water deep enough that I can tread. There are designated ‘lap swim’ sessions, but the evening sessions are somewhat limited because there are often private parties on the schedule, which close the pool to the general public. Still, if I’m motivated enough I can swim undisturbed daily from 6-7AM….

Yeah right. I can’t even walk my ass into my shower at 6 AM. But despite some of the time constraints for the pool, I’m still looking forward to jumping in and cooling off, and getting healthy. Win win win.

Another item of interest – Jon and I are getting uber excited to go to Vegas next week. But I thought you hate Vegas, you ask? Well, I don’t hate it, it’s just not my favorite place. We got tickets to see one of our favorite comedians, Eddie Izzard. He’s playing at the Pearl Theatre (The Palms) and we got some decent upper level tix. If you are not familiar with Eddie and his clever brand of comedy, I highly recommend checking him out. Here are some vids of some of his standup – watch them. I guarantee you will laugh.














“But with dogs, we do have “bad dog.” Bad dog exists. “Bad dog! Bad dog! Stole a biscuit, bad dog!” The dog is saying, “Who are you to judge me? You human beings who’ve had genocide, war against people of different creeds, colors, religions, and I stole a biscuit?! Is that a crime? People of the world!”

“Well, if you put it that way, I think you’ve got a point. Have another biscuit, sorry.””

~Eddie Izzard

Haiku Madness

today i laughed much

so hard i started crying

almost peed my pants

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From the website:

Attention Male Golfers! How many times has this happened? You arrive at the golf course, and soon you’re on to 18 holes with your best buddies. After drinking sport ades, water, beer, and whatever, you’re on the 3rd hole with no rest room in sight. There are no trees or bushes around and you just gotta go, what are you going to do?




















This may well be the single, grossest thing I have ever heard of. Maybe save for the Stadium Pal.

Walking In The Dark

The girls and I just got back from our evening walk. Sounds crazy since it’s a little after 10:00 PM but this is the time of year you kind of have to plan things around the time of day & temperature. Today’s high was only 94 degrees, but the next two days will top out around 97. Not as horrendous as it could be, although it still feels mad hot. When we set off it had cooled down to an anhydrous 80. It was a little breezy, but not cool. I thought it would be cool and quiet, and no people would be around so the girls would not bark…. WRONG. It was still hot. It was kind of like walking around a slightly windy oven in the dark. But we experienced a lot of excitement!

A lady around the corner was taking out her trash in her driveway – the girls barked and scared the crap out of her. She made a comment to the effect that the barking scared her (so I apologized), and then she said something about a dog walking this time of night setting off all the other neighborhood dogs. So I’m not sure if she was mad about other dogs barking back to Kona, or if she was just pissed because we scared her taking out the trash. Oh well, we may never know. I tried to usher the two mutts down around the block as Moki had a coughing fit in the middle of the road. I think she inhaled some dirt or sand and got it up her nose. Then a man was walking toward us on the side of the road. Any other city? That might be scary. In Kanab? Not scary to me, but clearly scary to the dogs because they had to bark and yap and carry on until the man went into his house and was therefore no longer a threat.

We rounded the other corner of the block, and a man was pulling a truck into his driveway, and apparently his dog decided he was going to run over to greet us. I promptly turned the other direction and started moving us briskly down the side of the street. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not rude or antisocial, but Kona sometimes gets overly excited when meeting new dogs, which can lead to a an occasional little dust up once in a while. The man finally called his dog back to his own yard, so we avoided any sketchy encounters. We had just approached the end of our own driveway—home stretch! When all three of us simultaneously eyed an off leash yellow lab down the corner on the opposite side of the street. Kona gave out a few final battle cries (whiny barks), then the yellow dog ran off down the road as I steered my girls inside.

Some relaxing evening walk!

Help Best Friends Win!!

Ok, so the LA Times is running a contest in their Travel section. They asked reader to nominate their favorite places to visit in the West. They then narrowed those down based on the descriptions readers sent along with the suggestion. Here's the Best Friends entry...

Best Friends Animal Society
Kanab, Utah
Recommended by: Michele Johnson
What she said: "It's in a beautiful remote canyon with stunning views. If you want you can volunteer to work with the animals there or just take the tour."

So now we are down to the final 12, and the top picks (decided by reader votes) will end up with a nice article! So please, GO VOTE! It will only take a second, just make sure you pick Best Friends Animal Society in the second set!

Click here to vote

A Kanab 4th of July

I woke up with a bit of a fuzzy head (gotta go out to the bar when I don't have to work the next day right?), but decided since I was up in time I would head out to the 4th of July parade here in town.

Best Friends had its first ever representation in the parade, in the form of this:





That's Harley, one of our Pot Bellied pigs. We also had some Equine representation.



One of the groups that was not short on representation, was the local god believers (who make up probably 80 percent of the crowd). In fact, a lot of the floats were branded as such:



**Shudder**

Just to point out, that says, "Honoring Old Glory, and Giving God Ultimate Glory." They did that by chucking tootsie rolls, and Ice Pops off the float.

They also had people handing these out to the kids in the crowd:



Nothing gets teens into God like a starlight mint.

Also this was a good one. This was the float for the Johnson family, who looked like if they had anymore grandkids, they would need a bigger float.



Please also notice the glamor shot of Best Friends Animal Care Division Director, Patty Hegwood. She turned into the photo right as I hit the button.

So after the parade was over, I went back home, and later played golf with Daron. Made a Picnic Caviar (no recipe to be found, it was in our latest Vegetarian Times), and then we went up to the Sanctuary for a party. Good times were had!

Happenings & History

Today marks the official one year anniversary of my employment with Best Friends. Can’t believe it has been that long already – the time literally flew by! This time last year we were living in a roach motel (which happens to be owned by my slum lord boss – and of course I say slum lord with the utmost admiration, respect & endearment)…. The space constraints of the hotel were shadowed only by the fact that it contained only a full sized bed (we are not small people) and we had both dogs and both cats living in the motel room with us. Talk about adventure! The rest of the year to come was no less exciting. What a long, strange trip it’s been. And yet, there’s not much about it I would change. A few things. And well, maybe the heat….

We’ve been blessed with awesome friends. We have no big box merchants, no WAL-ly World within 80 miles in any direction and I’ll tell you, I really don’t miss them. But we do have close proximity to a half dozen or so national parks – not to mention the Grand Canyon, one of the majestic wonders of the world. We have our health (need to kick the cigs dammit!) and of course, the cats & dogs. No human babies as of yet, but the jury’s still out on that one. We are enjoying getting to know our niece Addyson Andrews, and look forward to meeting our niece Ruby Davis this fall.

Kanab is slowly moving into civilization. The summer markets have started. We went Saturday morning early and picked up some things.

Farm fresh eggs and goat’s milk & shea soap – vanilla & lavender scented. We also picked up some smoked salt to add to our spice rack. The soap and salts are made by a couple that lives here locally. We got to the market early, so I’m not sure if it was in full swing. There are not a whole lot of veggies available yet but I look forward to the coming weeks when we can have fresh local produce. I also anticipate stocking up on more yummy soaps & salts next week to keep on hand for gift giving.

Another sign that the town is becoming more civilized: we have a shaved ice shack. Oh, the joy! We went and got a punch card the other night (buy a dozen of these things, get one free). There are few things in this world that make me smile like shaved ice covered in flavored sugar water.

This time last year Jon was in Salt Lake, directing the movers and packing up the semi. He flew down on the evening of the 4th and it was memorable because his plane was supposed to land around 6:30 PM but it was unable to because the surface temperature on the runway was so high. I recall the thermometer on my truck reading 122. St. George usually tops out around 110 but whatever the obscene temp, it was enough to literally fry a farm fresh egg on the pavement. After heading halfway back to Salt Lake, the pilot was given authorization to return to St. Geo to land, but it was still several hours. Inconvenient yes, but better than the alternative of having the thing spontaneously combust from the heat.

So we're here now, and the rest is history. :)

Jon Dunn Is.....

The 2008 Kanab Amateur Golf Champion.

A career round put me at the top. A more detailed (and likely boring) insight into my best round of golf in 10 years, plus the booty that I brought home for it (yes, more than just the prestige of the title) yet to come!

Newsflash!

This is hilarious. Kanab is on the front page of msn.com for being….hilarious.

This has been a hot issue in town over the past few weeks; last week an article appeared in the local paper, this week we’re on the front page of msnbc. Some of my girl friends and I decided we’d like to go to the pool in our bikinis and see if we all get dragged out and arrested. The whole issue is pretty typical of Kanab, and it’s also pretty typical that no one is taking it very seriously – we’re all just laughing.

Another new site of interest – the Dunn v. Andrews blog has hit the web. You can see the link in our blogroll to the left, or click here to enjoy some “From the left…and to the right” where local liberals and conservatives (super local – like sometimes in my kitchen local) hammer (yammer?) it out in a public forum.

Let me clarify that this blog is the JON Dunn v. DARON Andrews political diatribe (not Jaime v. Jen). Jen and I have more important things to do (like play with Addyson).

Foxtail Hell

Our backyard in the new house is....well, it's a frickin' mess.

The front yard was lovingly landscaped before we moved in, and although we don't do what is truly necessary to keep it looking its best, we get by.

The backyard when we moved in was mostly just the red dirt/dust that makes Kanab what it is. It wasn't pretty, but it is largely used as a dog waste depository, so no big deal. But this spring, from what I am told, was very wet for Kanab. The result of that has meant our backyard has turned into a weed haven.

Not all bad, some very pretty Indian Paintbrush has come up (nice for a bit of color), but the worst are the scores of foxtail grass bunches. Exhibit A:














These things are all over the house! I mean, ALL OVER. Kona comes inside after doing the aforementioned job, and before you know it, they are in the couch, all over the floor, embedded into the carpet.

We need to get it sorted out soon. In a couple of weeks someone is coming over to build our cattery, so we need to de-crap the backyard.

No man is an island -- especially in the desert

Summer storms are pretty common out here in the desert. Today is a fine example. The wind is blowing relentlessly, the clouds are grey and ominous, and dust and sand fill the air. The rain is coming now, too. Earlier it was overcast, but the wind was light, and the cooler than average temperature was the only clue that it might rain.

Today I went home for lunch, and on my drive back to the sanctuary I noticed something odd on the highway near the gun range (if you live in Kanab you know what part of the canyon I'm talking about). There was a man in blue jeans and no shirt – he had a deep dark tan, and he was pulling along a large suitcase on wheels behind him up the shoulder of the highway. We're not talking a suitcase suitable for the overhead bin of the airplane, we're talking extended stay Samsonite-type rolling bag. His light scraggy hair was blowing in the wind. Just this guy all by himself pulling this giant suitcase up the road in the middle of the desert. No broken down car anywhere, that I could tell, and he wasn't hitchhiking either -- he was walking on the shoulder against the direction of traffic. Just walking up the highway in the dust. He was a couple of miles up the canyon already, and several miles from any town. So random. During this storm, I hope he has found adequate shelter. Most of all, I wonder where he was going in the first place.

It's True

I got an email from Facebook saying:

Your friends have voted on your strengths and weaknesses:

STRENGTHS:
most reliable
bravest
most loyal

WEAKNESSES:
most fashionable
most popular

Wow, do these people know me or what. I am actually pleased with this. I'm not popular and I'm certainly no fashionista, but I am the things that are important. Yeah!

I'm not sure what is worse...

Coming home from the store last night to find the dogs had knocked over the garbage can and strewn refuse all over the kitchen floor,

or realizing that what they consumed out of the can consisted of a healthy portion of leftover Quarn (meatless mycoprotein “hamburger”) and a gigantic “family size” can of spicy chili beans.

We're Here!

So, as much as I would love to be live-blogging our vacation, I cannot get the wi-fi to work on my computer.  So only my step-brother Andy's computer works so here we are.  No photos, and limited time to do anything online.

But let's be honest, we are here in Florida.  I can find better things to do with my time than sit here blogging away.

Haven't taken near as many photos as I would have liked, but there will be some to post whence we return.

Action Shot!

Out of the crap
Originally uploaded by jon_dunn

Jaime and her very capable photo skills took this!

In Love with my D60 :)

I have a new camera!!

For a while now, I have believed that a new camera was neccessary. We have survived on our trusty old Sony Cybershots, and they have done their job ok. But too many moments in life have been missed sadly, due to their limitations.

After studying online, asking all the professional photographers we have here at the Sanctuary, we finally took the plunge.

They had a deal at Costco for a Nikon D60 with all the bells and whistles, so we did it. Above is a picture I took last night of a storm out over the Sanctuary. I have already scored enough good pictures of the animals, and Jen and Daron's new baby to make it all worthwhile. So hopefully this blog will be riddled with new photos (hopefully good ones!)

How & Why is this happening in my neighborhood??!!!

Police Seek Kanab Dog Sniper in 3 Shootings
By Mark Havnes The Salt Lake Tribune
Article Last Updated: 04/30/2008 07:32:09 AM MDT

KANAB - Jill Simpson was stunned when she went outside to get her dog and found blood gushing from Benika's mouth and a gurgling sound as her pet labored to breathe. The Kanab resident rushed the 12-year-old German shepherd to the clinic at Best Friends Animal Society five miles north of this southern Utah city. There, veterinarians were perplexed by the dog's profuse bleeding until an X-ray showed Benika had been shot in the neck with a .22-caliber bullet that also fractured her jaw. That was April 18. Three days later, J. Sharp was leaving her Kanab house when she heard a shot. Her 4-month-old yellow Labrador, Cowgirl, then limped around from behind a trailer and plopped on the ground. "I ran down to help her," Sharp recalled, "and found that a bullet had left a 4-inch groove along her back, next to her spine." Sharp took her wounded pet to Best Friends, too, and vets again found a shattered .22-caliber bullet in the dog. Benika and Cowgirl are recovering, but an area pig was not as lucky. It was shot four times with a .22-caliber weapon last week and died.

Kanab police Chief Tom Cram said Tuesday that investigators have little to go on, but hope that a $1,000 reward will help crack the case. The shooter or shooters could face felonies for harming the animals and misdemeanors for discharging a weapon within city limits. "We'll throw the book at them," Cram said. "It's not right popping animals." The shootings took place within eight blocks of one another in the Ranchos subdivision. "It's a dangerous situation in a crowded neighborhood," said Cram, who has increased patrols in the area. Simpson is at a loss trying to understand Benika's shooting. "I just let her out in the yard so she could go to the bathroom," Simpson said. "When I went out to get her, I heard this sound like a giant bullfrog that was [Benika] trying to breathe. She had blood all over her face. I didn't hear a shot so it never dawned on me that she had been shot." Benika now is eating soft food and can sleep and breathe easier as her swollen throat heals. As for Cowgirl, Sharp said the vets decided to leave the shell fragments in and the wound open so the infection could drain. "She is a good dog who never leaves the yard," Sharp said. "It was a traumatic day."

Best Friends spokesman John Polis said the society kicked in $750 toward the reward along with $250 from the city. "We encourage someone to come forward," he said. Studies have shown those who hurt animals are more likely to abuse family members. "Suffice it to say," Polis said, "that there is a great correlation that people who hurt animals are going out and doing violent acts on others." mhavnes@sltrib.com

Back in the Swing Baby!

My golf over the last decade or so has been really sporadic. When I was in High School of course, about all I ever did was hit the links. It was much easier when my Dad paid.

Then I went to college for about five minutes where I played more than I went to class. Once I failed out though, golf came to an end for a while. The Army got in the way (not too much opportunity to play in South Korea), and then moving a lot also didn't help. I was pretty poor in Portland, so that didn't help. Then I moved to Salt Lake and met a great group of guys which afforded me pretty regular games every Sunday when the weather was good.

I really got my game into shape, and then of course I stopped playing again for a while.

Now I am here in Kanab, social activities can sometimes fall short. The other side of that is more time to play. I recently ponied up $800 bucks for an all I can play in a year membership at the local course.



It's only nine holes, but as you can see, it's not short on scenery. Most of the course follows those red cliffs. My game is in bad shape, maybe as bad as ever. Haven't broken 40 since I have been back. This is a fairly tough nine holes though, so I don't feel as bad. Pretty frustrating however.

So, open invitation to all, to come play with me in Kanab!

Don't worry America, your vote doesn't count....

...At least according to Hillary Effing Clinton.

Did you happen to catch the Clinton gag-fest of an interview on NPR this afternoon? I almost drove off the road.

The first discussion was Iraq. Meh. They talk hard now, but they won't be able to get out like they think they will. It's a complete quagmire. But that's not what got me.

In a discussion about the primary Clinton thinks she's winning, they talked the number of delegates. Of course the super delegate discussion has been beaten into the ground. Although, if you haven't been watching, Obama has been catching up. Only 27 behind on those now.

What really made me almost barf in my lap was the discussion about pledged delegates from each state. These are the folks that will represent you, the voter, at the convention. The idea is that those delegates are pledged based on the votes from primary votes and caucases (by the way, if I get this wrong, slap my hand. I'm English).

But now Hillary is not only open to the idea, but advocating that PLEDGED delegates change their mind! So don't worry if your state was 75-percent Obama, feel free to raise the middle finger to the voters of your state!

The mere idea that a candidate would suggest such thing is completely abbhorent to me. If this is the way it could be, what's the point with anyone actually voting? Why not have the already inside job become more so? Let's just send the party nominated delegates go and skip the whole, pesky, annoying citizen vote thingie?

Kiss that five mill goodbye Billary. You ain't gonna see that again.

If you could even begin to stomach it, listen to that NPR interview here.