Stockdale was also Ross Perot's vice president running mate in 1992.
He lost points in the vice presidential debate that year when he flat out stated he wasn't ready to comment on a specific question (I don't remember the topic). Kind of a nice summary of the issues with our elections in one sentence, isn't it?
Witnessed a car crash a few years ago right in front of me because of this. I was the second car in line heading south at a traffic light. When our light turned green, a car heading west in the late afternoon ran the red light and smashed into the car in front of me.
I saw them coming and said, "Watch out!" but of course that did no good. The driver of the westbound car said she lost the traffic light in the sun and didn't realize it was red. I have no idea why you'd continue on at 40 mph if you weren't sure you had a green light, but here we are.
I had chosen that route home intentionally to avoid driving into the sun. Had I been the first car in that line, I might have been involved in the crash despite my caution.
Mine managed to hit the power button on the top of the case a few times. I like that location for the power button, but it's not so great with cats. I now have something over the button so he doesn't press it.
First there was Snowball. Adopted him as an adult from a rescue, and apparently he'd been returned a few times. Food allergies, likely irritable bowel syndrome. Over the next 12 years I cleaned up a lot of cat vomit. Seriously - we have three cats now and it's still far less than he produced. Eventually cancer got him.
But he was my best bud for those years. When my girlfriend (now wife) moved in, she knew we came as a package. One time she said, "I don't think your cat likes me." And I was like, "Are you serious? He loves you!" She just didn't get cat language.
Late in Snowball's life (we didn't realize how ill he was at the time), we adopted a female tabby we named Minnie. She was so cuddly. She'd come up to me at night, and I would lift up the covers, and she'd curl up under the covers with me for a while. She was spicy, as one vet tech put it. But she was so fun too.
She had multiple medical issues that tended to interfere with each other, and she spent quite a bit of time in the animal hospital in her later years. We put her to sleep when she was 7 because she just wasn't getting better, and even if she had survived that incident, there was no guarantee she wouldn't be back in a few months with the same problems. I miss her so much. At least Snowball got a long life, he was at least 13 but could have been as much as 18.
These days two of the three are pretty cuddly with me. Stitch tends to curl up on my feet at night, though my wife has spotted him in my arms while we sleep too. Nibbler usually curls up on my lap and arm when I'm in the comfy chair in the living room. I'll miss them both so much someday.
And lately Stitch has been showing signs of old age, he has a few medical issues of his own, and his black tuxedo fur is fading some, so I fear he's older than we thought. (We've had him since 2016, and they thought he was about a year old then, but they really can't tell - he could be 5 or 6 years older than that.) I'm not ready...
One of our cats ended up having a few inches of her tail docked. She was the same cat though, as active as ever, didn't care about the tail. It made me think about us humans and our reactions to disabilities.
They're actually much less incompetent than during his first term. The takeover has gotten this far because some very competent people have been planning for years.
Stockdale was also Ross Perot's vice president running mate in 1992.
He lost points in the vice presidential debate that year when he flat out stated he wasn't ready to comment on a specific question (I don't remember the topic). Kind of a nice summary of the issues with our elections in one sentence, isn't it?