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Halladay etc…

It’s hard to imagine a more importunate surprise than Roy Halladay blowing a lead in the ninth inning at home. It was one of those games that I didn’t even bother to watch the ninth, and then came back after the game was over to learn that the lead had changed sides.

Despite striking out 14 D-backs, Roy Halladay suffered a complete-game loss on Tuesday, giving up three runs, eight hits and a walk.

The good thing about being an ineffectual nobody is you have plenty of time and energy to snoop and critique everybody else.

Meanwhile, my phone didn’t recharge properly night before last. I was carrying it around yesterday in my pocket, but I didn’t realize that the battery was dead. So this morning I recharged it and saw seven missed calls and five voice mails, and everybody’s pissed off at me because I don’t return my phone calls.

But it gets to be too much.

Then I got on the phone with the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation today. I was looking into whether or not any humanitarian requirements exist for CAFO permits in New York State.

I was told that there were no regulations about humanitarian treatment of animals promulgated by the Department of Environmental Protection.

So, who does enforce protection of animals? Are animals’ sensibilities and needs only important in as far as they can be exploited for food and profit by farmers, genetic engineers and mad scientists in the employ of corporate chiefs?

I have subsequently contacted the Humane Society of NY and USA, the NY Farm Bureau and the New York State Department of Agriculture Division of Agriculture and Markets with this question. Waiting on the edge of my seat for the answer.

I am going to follow up with the Northeast Dairy Producers and the Cornell University Cattle Health Assurance Program.

Cliff Lee is on the mound for the Phillies tonight. I doubt I’ll get to watch it, though. I have to go talk about speakers with Richard and Jerry, then pick up Lillian Rydell’s books and papers from her daughter. There are supposedly six cartons of books and three boxes of old papers. I’ll never be able to make room in my closet for them.