Kat’s Den

I’m always amazed by the capacity of human beings to rationalize whatever beliefs they may hold, no matter how outre they are. Sure, I do it myself, but I think the Westboro Baptist Church folks take to unbelieveable levels.

I read this in the Athens Daily News this morning:

“Kansas-based religious zealots convinced America’s tolerance of homosexuals has invoked the wrath of God say they will picket today outside the Athens funeral of an Army sergeant who was killed in Iraq.

“Members of Topeka-based Westboro Baptist Church, claiming that God hates America because of homosexuality, on Friday said they plan to demonstrate against what they’re calling a “pep rally” associated with the funeral of Staff Sgt. Marion Flint Jr.. who was killed May 15 by a roadside bomb during combat in Balad, Iraq, about 50 miles north of Baghdad.

“Services are scheduled for 1 p.m. at Hill Chapel Baptist Church, 1692 W. Hancock Ave., with burial to follow at Evergreen Memorial Park on Atlanta Highway.

“Members of the Patriot Guard Riders, a motorcycle group formed partly in response to Westboro funeral demonstrations, plan to escort the funeral procession to the cemetery.”

Needless to say, I felt like this was one circus I couldn’t resist, and drove down to get some photographs. Not of the funeral itself; that family has enough to deal with and I stayed well away from the church, and concentrated on the protesters instead.

Westboro Baptist Protest

Westboro Baptist Protest

Some more of the pics are here.

Of course, the Westboro folks are all one big extended family, and almost all of them are lawyers. They live for the hopes that someone will take a swing at one of them during one of these protests so they can sue everyone within arm’s reach.

Truth is truly stranger than fiction at times.

Kublai’s blood work came back this week, and the results were about what I expected. Everything points to either Cushing’s Disease or a spinal tumor, exacerbated by his spinal arthritis. Either way, the odds that he would be able to stand on his own again were slim, and the best I could expect was maybe a year’s more life. Last night he whimpered and cried all night, today he cried if I left his side for any length of time.

My last dog, Alex, developed a fast-growing, aggressive tumor on his hip when he was 9. I gambled that surgery would be able to remove to tumor, but they had to remove a lot of muscle tissue as well. He was in a lot of pain after the surgery and I had to feed him morphine for two weeks. The tumor came back, faster than before, and spread; and I had to have him euthanized. I wasn’t about to put another dog through that kind of pain and frustration again, not when the odds are that slim.

Kublai was put to sleep this afternoon. Be good, buddy. Your daddy loves you.

Kublai Khan 1993-2006

Kublai

It’s been a roller-coaster week. I’ve been looking for a new car, and had settled on a Mustang GT; but only in a 5-speed… because what’s the use of having 300 horsepower in an automatic? Unfortunately, none of the area dealers had a 5-speed GT. Until Friday… I stopped by one just to see what was on the lot, and there it was; a tungsten grey clearcoat 5-speed GT. A quick consult with the insurance company and I signed the papers. Pictures up in the Gallery under Garage.

But that’s tempered by the fact that Kublai can no longer stand up on his hind legs on his own. A day at the vet’s on Sunday showed that he has spinal arthritis, and blood tests, which are still incomplete, are pointing towards either Cushing’s Disease or a tumor. Neither of which has a very good outlook.

Those of you in the business world probably already know this fact: Meetings are the world’s biggest productivity destroyers. I had one task in mind for today: Finish the lesson plan for the Defense Against Edged Weapons class I’m teaching in two weeks. That’s it. Doesn’t sound like much, but I’ve learned that if I set my sights too high, something will shoot them down in the first hour at work. And that’s about as much work as I got done: 1 hour. Then the meetings began. Let’s have a staff meeting. CID Sergeant’s meeting. Division meeting. Hey, meet with this body armor vendor and see what he’s got. Meet with me at 1:30. I had at one point driven back to my office and just sat down to get back to work on the lesson plan when my phone rang: Hey, there’s a meeting in ten minutes we forgot to tell you about, come back here. Needless to say, I didn’t get much real work done. There’s still tomorrow… if I don’t have a meeting.

Kublai has another vet appoitment Friday. His incontinence is still there, he’s developed diarrhea over the last day, drinking a lot of water, and now has a small growth on the end of the sheath of his penis; all of which point to bad things. I’m trying to keep him comfortable and happy.