Suday selfie...

 

have a great Sunday 

Noodle has broken elbow so...

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Wordless Wednesday!

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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Sunday selfie...

 

Meet our friend Arnold!

Have a super Sunday!

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the Truth Is Out There...

the Truth Is Out There...

                            
                                   looking for the facts...



Do ethics still matter in journalism ?

                                    

“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.”

-Aldous Huxley-


 Donald Trump tweeted that he saved a Ford Motor Company plant in Louisville, Kentucky from moving to Mexico. He didn't because it wasn't.
The plant was never moving to Mexico but that apparently is not important in this world we live in now.
 Mr. Trump touted that he'd saved a 1000 jobs at a Carrier plant but it's how he saved those jobs that is at issue and brings into question if this is a one time PR stunt or a little bit of the old razzle, dazzle.

Trump also declared that he would extract himself from his business if he won to avoid any   appearance of impropriety  but now, not so much.

It appears that it is now only the mere suggestion of a possibility of anything that is what is held to be, truth.

Which brings me to this;

"Well, I think it's also an idea of an opinion. And that's—on one hand, I hear half the media saying that these are lies. But on the other half, there are many people that go, 'No, it's true.' And so one thing that has been interesting this entire campaign season to watch, is that people that say facts are facts—they're not really facts. Everybody has a way—it's kind of like looking at ratings, or looking at a glass of half-full water. Everybody has a way of interpreting them to be the truth, or not truth. There's no such thing, unfortunately, anymore as facts."

-Scottie Nell Hughes, Trump surrogate-

And this;

"This is the problem with the media. You guys took everything that Donald Trump said so literally. The American people didn’t. They understood it. They understood that sometimes, when you have a conversation with people, whether it’s around the dinner table or at a bar, you’re going to say things, and sometimes you don’t have all the facts to back it up."

-Corey Lewandowski, Trump surrogate

The truth is that facts are not supposed to be subjective...
Facts are just that, facts!
But it seems as though now we have reached a place where absent any evidence or facts, a mere statement if repeated enough and said loudly enough can be perceived as truth.
Truth that the media in general doesn't waste it's time trying to correct (shame...).

Which brings me back to my original question...
Do ethics still matter in journalism?
We will have to wait and see.

Until then, don't give up on the facts and the truth.

As was told to us on The X Files; the truth is out there... so are the facts.

You just have to look a little harder to find them these days.

Noodle and crew 

an open letter to Mark Burnette

 

I'm a liberal 

I'm not proud of it or ashamed of it

But I want to take this opportunity to thank 

 Mr. Mark Burnette 

and thank you America...

For giving us Donald Trump back!

In this wonderfully petty, irresponsible, selfish country where we live...

Sanctimonious, irresponsible people have given us such wonderful gifts such as

the Kardashians,

the real housewives of ...wherever

I mean without your help there would have been no Apprentice

which was a tremendous help in Donald Trumps 

popularity,

You are to be congratulated for helping to turn politics and democracy into a side show

So, thank you!

I really don't think we could have gotten here without people like, you

But hey...what do I know, I'm just a cat....

Have a super Sunday

Noodle and crew

Special gobble, gobble edition Spy cats...

A few things for the weekend...

                                                                      Spy Cats

During the cold war, the CIA attempted to transform an ordinary domesticated house cat into a sophisticated bugging device as part of Operation Acoustic Kitty. The idea was to surgically alter
cats so they could eavesdrop on Soviet conversations from park benches and window sills.

The project began in 1961when the CIA implanted a battery and a microphone into a cat and turned its tail into an antenna. However, the cat wandered off when it was hungry a problem that had to be addressed in another operation. Finally after 5 years, several surgeries, intensive training and 15 million dollars, the cat was ready for its first field test.

The CIA drove the cat to a Soviet compound on Wisconsin Avenue in Washington DC and let it out of a parked van across the street. The cat walked into the road and was immediately hit by a taxi.
Operation Acoustic Kitty was declared a failure and completely abandon in 1967.

OK, we have no idea if there is any truth to this tail... but we got it from a reliable source... the internet!

Next up.

Did you know that it's possible that without refrigeration Ronald Regan might not have become president...
Want to know why? http://thecolbertreport.cc.com/videos/v06v9z/steven-Johnson


Check out Jen Bingham's open letter on McSweeney's titled; An open letter to myself when I had seven cats; http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/an-open-letter-to-myself-when-i-had-seven-cats




Have a great Thanksgiving!


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Sunday selfie...

 

Have a wonderful Sunday!

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Wordless Wednesday...

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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oops!

 

"Wake up Dorthy, wake up."..

I feel like we are all waiting to hear it, but it   

just doesn't come!

I knew if it happened...that it would be bad but, come on!

Matt Gates!?

Christy Noam!?

what happens to abortion rights

children's rights

womans rights 

who's next???

And please remind me again why Joe Biden stepped down;;;

wasn't it something to do with his age?

How old is DT?

So, were counting Joe in regular years but Trump what....dog years?

Shame shame shame!

Someone wake me up please!

Seriously, how much worse can this get?

stupid question!!!

Shame shame shame!

Get ready for a bumpy ride kids!

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wordless Wednesday...

 

Have as good a Wednesday as possible!

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Sunday selfie...

 

Have a super Sunday!

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What????

 

What the hell happened?

I mean...really?

Well, you get what

you pay for! 

Heaven help us all;;;

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wordless Wednesday!

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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Sunday selfie...

 

Have a wonderful Sunday!

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Sunday selfie...

 

Have a wonderful Sunday!

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Wordless Wednesday...

 

have a wonderful Wednesday!

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news from Noodle...

 

I was wrong!

Family can NOT be family if trouble changes everything....

 We were lucky and found this out before giving away our last dollar and believing.

Don't get caught up in emotions and belief's

You could be being played!

Noodle and crew

Family...

 

Now there's a loaded word.

It's coming up to Thanksgiving and family usually plays a big part.

Here is the thing...

family is family!

You may not love them, heck you may not even like them...but the fact is family really is family.

You may not agree on religion, politics, abortion. democrat or republican, etc. etc. etc...

You may hate your brother or mother or aunt BUT, it doesn't change the fact that they are your family.

For better or worse.

So, maybe we'd all be better off just letting go of the differences and see if somewhere no matter how

 deeply buried they might be, we can't find some sort of common ground. Even if its ..

just for the holidays 

Have a super-duper Sunday!

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Texarkana.

 

Noodle was in Trump country''''

Stay tuned for follow ups...!

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wordless Wednesday...

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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Sunday selfie...

 

Have a super Sunday

Noodle and crew!

Wordless Wednesday...

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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Sunday selfies..

 

Have a super Sunday!

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balance...

                             
                                      ( baby Noodle archives)

                    Life can be a balancing act...embrace the uncertainty.

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Noodle and crew

real news...

"Good night and good luck". Edward R. Murrow

"And that's the way it is".  Walter Cronkite

We grew up with journalists who actually reported the news.

Not talking points and talking heads, but real verified factual news.

We were reminded of this while re-watching the movie Good Night and Good Luck 

We miss journalism and we miss great journalists.

Mind you, this is not about fake news or an incitement of the media, there are good even great journalists out there today reporting real facts.

But watching the closing scenes from this movie, three things came to mind...

First how eerily similar the McCarthy Hearings sound to what is going on today. We need to heed the warnings of those who fought against and survived the events like the McCarthy era.

In the coming months we will  be tested as we navigate the hearings and fall out of todays  Impeachment hearings..

Second, if you just substitute the word Internet for television or box with lights, you could be talking about today.

And lastly, it reminds us of journalism that once was and what it could be again if only we have the courage to demand it.

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Wordless Wednesday...

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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oh, oh!

 

Seriously...

you know you're in trouble when both Liz AND Dick Cheeney are voting against you! 

Enough said?

not really

they are a small portion of a growing number of republicans that are endorsing Harris...

and apparently, Donald Trump gets it...

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The Debate...

 

So...

the debate!

What can we possibly say?

Let us know what you thought ...

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Silent vigil...

There are people running through the streets above us.

There is nowhere to run but it doesn't seem to matter.

I was running and fell through this door way. I barely escaped being trampled.

I can make out shapes in the darkness.

I think there are seven of us down here.

It's hard to know for sure.

Fear and hunger have driven some of the others into the damp corners where the light falls off
suddenly and all that's left is the stench.

We are all just waiting.

My hair keeps sticking to the concrete wall I'm leaning against.

I'm not sure but I think it's sticky from the blood.

Every time I move my head a few more strands are pulled out adding to the growing number left on the wall behind me.

Most of us have gathered in a space away from the door, more toward the center of the room.

The corners are too dangerous.

The young man with the glasses was curled up in one of the corners when he was attacked by a rat trying to gnaw through the blood soaked towel around his leg.

I think we may be in the basement of an old grocery store.

We found some boxes of stale crackers but they were gone after the first few days.

There are some tin cans of something but the ends are bulging and there's nothing to open them with anyway.

The water ran out yesterday.

There is an old couple sitting across from me.

The woman couldn't stop crying, she just sobbed and clutched a photograph to her chest.

Her husband said it was a picture of their son.

He tried to comfort his wife but after two days, he stopped.

After that she cried all the harder.

Yesterday she stopped crying. She's been silent ever since.

The blond girl at the end of room talked to me for the first couple of days.

Now she just sits in silence like most of the others.

Today I tried to talk to any of them but there was no response.

None of them will answer me.

My brain feels sluggish and I just want to sleep.

I don't feel the hunger anymore but I'm very thirsty.

I mention this to the old couple across the room but there is no reply.

I have begun to crave the sound of another human voice more than that of water to quench my thirst.

If someone doesn't speak to me soon , I'm sure I will go mad.

My eyes feel heavy.

Maybe it would be alright to sleep for just a little while.

When I wake up maybe someone will talk to me.

I'm sure one of them will have something to say soon...

On a happier note...

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Wordless Wednesday...

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

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The handwritten word....

Handwriting is an art.

It is becoming a lost art.

When was the last time you received a handwritten letter?

That sensation of carefully opening an envelope addressed to you.

What kind of stamp was used to send it?

Unfolding the paper inside.

Perhaps it's parchment or pale blue with the faint scent of the person who composed it.

Letters from a grandmother.

A daughter or son.

Letters from someone stationed somewhere far away in the military.

A love letter stained with tears.

Lipstick kisses on the back of an envelope.

Little hearts or o's, to dot the is.

Along with a hand written letter come clues of the personality of the person who sent it.

Our handwriting reveals a lot about who we are.

Are the letters cursive or block print?

The depth of the impression left by the pen can tell you the persons mood while writing.

We can't tell any of these things in e-mails or texts.

Yes, now we can Skype and email and text and that's all great!

Instant communication has definite advantages.

But perhaps we should not be in such a hurry to forget the power of handwritten letters delivered

through the mail...at least while the mail still exists.

A hand written letter can be a powerful thing.

So grab a pen and some paper, write a letter.

If you're feeling really bold write one to your Senator or your congressman, you can even write one to Donald Trump (although, I hear he doesn't read much).

Write someone a letter.

Even if you never send it.

Have a wonderful weekend!

     Noodle and crew