Lesbian Detective Laura McCallister

Well, Roz has finally gotten off her ass long enough to get my latest case in book form! I am impressed.

Secrets and Sins should be released this fall. You can whet your appetite with the first two chapters here.

Here’s the cover. Roz assures me that my name will be on the back, but for the life of me, I don’t get her logic, the b-word. My name should be on the front, and hers should be on the back! Writers!

Interesting article here…

A Greek court has been asked to draw the line between the natives of the Aegean Sea island of Lesbos and the world’s gay women.

Three islanders from Lesbos — home of the ancient poet Sappho, who praised love between women — have taken a gay rights group to court for using the word lesbian in its name.

One of the plaintiffs said Wednesday that the name of the association, Homosexual and Lesbian Community of Greece, “insults the identity” of the people of Lesbos, who are also known as Lesbians.

Next, the Dutch will be suing for the defamation done to the little boy who put his finger in the dyke to stop a flood.

And now I’m off to have an identity crisis.

My heart goes out to all the Californians, facing fire, losses, and evacuations. It truly must be horrible.

However, why do I not think that we’ll see post-disaster man-made disasters this time: people dying, people in need of rescue and food, begging for help that might not come, etc. Nah, we won’t see it this time, and it won’t take years to help people and to rebuild.

Because the administration and FEMA learned a hard lesson from Katrina and the poor souls in NOLA?

Unfortunately, no. I think we all know why this will be different.

Stay strong, California. Get well, New Orleans.

Should old acquaintances be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

A fitting song, I think, to be singing on this, Constitution Day 2007. It seems a day to reminisce about the times — years ago now — when “preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States” was what we expected and got from those we put in office.

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Remember?

…with all its kabooms. I’m sorry, but when we’re in the midst of a war, it’s hard to hear explosions and smell gunpowder and have it feel festive. Our kids are dying to the same sounds.

But we must… We must celebrate our independence from King George III, even though we are in the lethal grip of yet another one, a self-appointed one, a SCOTUS-appointed one.

But do we feel independent?

Do we feel that freedom our founders so craved and fought for?

Why in gods’ name do we sit back so silently (except for the goddamn kabooms)?

Where is the American spirit?

Locked up in Guantanamo Bay?

I have never and will most likely never dance on anyone’s grave. Death is by far the nastiest thing we as humans must endure — not our own, mind you, but the death of those we love. Grief is a nasty bastard, and for those in its vicious grip, my heart goes out.

But I also don’t think that one should never speak ill of the dead. Death is not a magical virus remover that somehow wipes away all wrongs and installs sainthood. Death is about the living, and for the living, those wrongs are still indelible. For example:

I listen to feminists and all these radical gals. … These women just need a man in the house. That’s all they need. Most of the feminists need a man to tell them what time of day it is and to lead them home. And they blew it and they’re mad at all men. Feminists hate men. They’re sexist. They hate men; that’s their problem.

If what Falwell believed is true, then there is a Big Man in a Big House telling him what day it is: judgment day. And all the Big Man needs to do is to point to that little placard on the pearly gates: No hate beyond this point! The Big Man will lead him home, indeed, with a simple pointing of His finger in another direction. As simple as that, not like the enraged, wrathful God Falwall depicted who sent AIDS to deal with his wrath against homosexuals, who felt mocked by the “Pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians … the ACLU, People for the American Way” who caused 9/11 to happen. Just a simple pointing of the fingers.

Fall well, Doctor.