"Wee-weed The People"

Wee-weed? Wee-weed? The President of the United States said wee-weed? I'm having a Beavis and Butthead moment, which I think it's entirely appropriate. Here's what President Barack Obama said, according to the Washington Post.

"There's something about August going into September where everybody in Washington gets all wee-weed up," President Obama remarked Thursday as he tried to rally support for health-care reform. "I don't know what it is, but that's what happens."

At least he admits that he doesn't know that is, but what on earth is the President talking about?

There is a phenomenon in Washington where everyone involved in government, running the city, and basically well, everyone who lives and works in or around the Beltway gives themselves the entire month of August off.

(Anyone left in the office, by common consent, plays on Facebook.com all day, takes two hour lunch breaks, and pursues an online degree with the University of Phoenix. You have no idea how many MBA's are created this way.)

Off. You know. Vamanos. Off. Why? Well, it's tradition borne of necessity. Washington, DC was built on a swamp; the heat, humidity and mosquitoes all reach critical mass in August so the President, the Supreme Court, Members of Congress all pack up and leave. The kids are going back to school in a few weeks, so everyone who has seniority takes advantage and goes on vacation. (It seems President Obama is hip to this tradition. He's already gone to Martha's Vineyard with Michelle and the girls. Can you imagine seeing the above... and 6 guys in dark suits talking into their hands coming up the beach at you?)

In the month of August, by general consensus, no work gets done, none of the nation's business is moved forward, nothing gets accomplished in the District of Columbia. The city is a ghost-town. (Which in my business means... thank heavens celebrities are dying on the West Coast! Whew! Relief!)

But wee-weed? Yeeeeeaaaahhh, no, we don't know that term here in the District of Columbia.

In fact, it reminds me of an old Steve Martin comedy riff from the 1970's on his "Let's Get Small" (or was it Ramblin' Man?) album, in which Martin said it would be hilarious to teach your kids to speak using the wrong words. You know, if you used the wrong words every day of their first few formative years, think how screwed up they would be on the first day of kindergarten when they needed to be excused to use the bathroom.

"Hey mon, hamma ney banana pants gondaga go summa cum laude pe-pe?"

Maybe somewhere in the first formative 100 days of his Presidency, President Obama heard vacation referred to in terms of getting wee-weed? It does give one pause, doesn't it?

(Imagine what will happen when those "Birthers" start holding meetings with the "Make English the Official Language" guys. Hahaha! "Ohhhhhh Lou??")

A Seaside Interlude....

As you know, watching celebs drop like flies and fly-dropping politicians can be very wearing on my psyche. To alleviate my soul's angst, I hired on as a personal photographer and sherpa for a young family vacationing along the central California coast. Their intrepid Leader, seen below, is small of stature, but quite decisive about the group's travels.

She paced thoughtfully in the picture above.

Our journey took us to San Simeon to visit a Castle set amid the hills high above.


It seemed a setting that befit our Great but Physically Dimunitive Leader, who liked it mightily. The pool provided a distraction that pleased most of our eyes. But to our Leader, it seemed but a mere moment before she saw that this all was but a wisp of cloud before her eyes.

The pool is 9 feet deep in some areas, laid with white marble and surrounded by artifacts of a bygone age. Sadly, it remains unfinished.

But lo! Do not worry; our dear Enlightened One began offering suggestions on how to improve the beauty and elegance of the furnishings.

So taken up with those changes was she, that we could not entice her to turn towards our camera. Try as we might, we could not dissuade The Leader to embrace the mundane... to turn and be photographed. "NO!" she asserted. "I don't want to!" The Great Ones are all about serving others. And we marched on, assured She was intently looking after our best interests.

Next we rose to even higher heights: the Celestial Room.

Surely this would be the right place to bring our little earthly Goddess of Goodness and Light! So full of bright airiness was this room that we knew it was the perfect setting for our Marvelous One to lay her precious head.

Strangely, the Castle's owners did not see it that way. And we ascended to the garden where more earthly delights were found.

It was here I began to carry our Great One, in order that her hands need not touch and "bless" the surroundings by their presence. We also visited the beach, where the Great One pondered sand in her sandals and considered the tides.

Ahhhhhh, the ebb and flow of it all. So meaningful, so endless. It is almost too great to consider.

But here our Great Leader clearly knows her importantance. I was fortunate to carry her to meet some of the smaller the minions of the sea under her dominion: a starfish and anemones.

Oh, how often has man turned the sea to understand their own insignificance in the Universe.

Our Great One knows her place in the Universe. Along with every one else's place, too, at times, it seems. She is always thoughtful and considerate in telling us where we should best stand for the benefit of all and provides guidance along the way.

Such considerate help and assistance is always appreciated by lesser beings such as ourselves. Who would not appreciate the condescension and thoughtful assistance in answering all of life's questions such as "May I have one of your M&M's, Great Leader?" "NO!" "Could I possibly try one of your many green jelly belly candies?" "Yes, you can have ONE." "Would you like a waffle for breakfast this morning?" "I want an egg!"

Ahhhh, such insights our Precious Leader imparts.

Is it any wonder that the very tides of the sea seem to cling to the shore, hoping to be closer to our Great Leader, gracious and kind in her condescension as she is. Let us all hope to share in Her Light for years and blessed decades to come.