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in other news:  day 2 was just as successful as day one.  double yay me.

more news: hey, guess what – i’m packing.  flying to berlin tomorrow.

in even more news: michelle bachmann is a twit:

from the star tribune, opinion page (the blog house, tim o’brien)


headline: bachmann: freedom from the light bulb tyrants!

Michele Bachmann doesn’t believe in a right to privacy, but she does believe in a right to incandescent light bulbs.

How many members of Congress does it take to change a light bulb? Americans may soon find out, courtesy of a contrarian piece of legislation introduced this month by Rep. Michele Bachmann of Minnesota.

Titled the “Light Bulb Freedom of Choice Act,” the bill seeks to repeal the nationwide phase-out of conventional light bulbs, the kind that have been used for more than a century — pretty much since the invention of the incandescent light bulb.

Bachmann, a first-term Republican, is challenging the nation’s embrace of energy-efficient compact fluorescent lights, saying the government has no business telling consumers what kind of light bulbs they can buy…

For her, changing a light bulb should remain a matter of personal freedom.  “I was just outraged that Congress would want to substitute its judgment for the judgment of the American people,” she said. “It struck me as a massive Big Brother intrusion into our homes and our lives.

When I first read this article, I thought this was just another example of Michele Bachmann being slightly nutty. But the more I think about it, the more outrageous her advocacy for this bill becomes. Here is Bachmann, the anti-gay rights crusader in chief, running around warning about Big Brother intruding into our homes. Absurd.

Apparently, Bachmann is fine with Big Brother poking his head into the bedrooms of gay people, but he better stay away from their light fixtures. Put it another way, Bachmann thinks that homosexuals have a right to incandescent light bulbs, but don’t have a right to be free from discrimination in the workplace.

and no, this isn’t an april fools joke.  twit!


“…don’t let this club membership change you john.  stay ornery, stay mean.  we need you to be pissed off, and restless, because no matter what they tell us – we know, this country is going to hell in a handcart.  this country’s been hijacked. you know it and i know it.  people are worried.  people are scared and people are angry.  people need to hear a voice like yours that’s out there to echo the discontent that’s out there in the heartland.  they need to hear stories about it.  they need to hear stories about frustration, alienation and desperation.  they need to know that somewhere out there somebody feels they way that they do.  in the small towns and in the big cities.  they need to hear it.  and it doesn’t matter if they hear it on a jukebox in the local gin mill, or in a goddamn truck commercial.  because they ain’t gonna hear it on the radio anymore.  they don’t care how they hear it, as long as they hear it good and loud and clear the way you’ve always been saying it all along.  you’re right john, this is still our country…”

– billy joel inducting john mellencamp into the rock n roll hall of fame.  3.10.08


blogswarm against the iraq war on march 19, 2008.

learn more.

ralph nader is running for president again….someone make this man stop.

well it all comes down to this eh?  no big shock or surprise there right?


if ya look over there to the right, you’ll see a nice obama banner hanging out, so not a big surprise who i’m supporting during the primary/caucus season (plus i already talked about it here).

this race is so important to me; it’s on my mind frequently… we need someone in the white house that is intelligent and restores america’s world image.  someone that’s not a complete and total embarrassment. 

we all know the pro’s and con’s (but of course there are very few actual differences between these two powerhouses) – but there’s one thing i’ve not heard many people talk about so far. 


since 1980 we have essentially had two families in control of american politics – the bush’s and the clinton’s.  yea, yea, yea, king george the senior was not in total power during 80-88, but he was still in the mix.  and buddha knows i love me some bill clinton, but seriously -it’s time for new leadership.

i go back to what i said in my post from jan 3,  i really do like hillary – i think she’s smart (yes, ray – i said she’s smart), passionate and truly cares about the people of the country (and will have no problem voting for her should she get the nomination)… but i just really think the country needs a radical change and obama is the man to bring it (oh yes, i said bring it). 

hillary has done some great things, but at the end of the day it would be 4 or 8 years of the her being in power. 

best case scenario, let’s say 8 years.  that means we will have had family dynasties in power for 36 years. 

36 years of the same two families runnin’ the show.

now more than ever, the country needs a change.  and the face of that change is barack obama (hopefully with the good senator from indiana, evan byeh by his side as veep, or maybe even bill richardson).

on a related note, the last couple of days i’ve been watching a lot of the west wing repeats on bravo.  is it completely sad that i wish jed bartlet was real and that i could actually vote for him? 



he’s ever so presidentially dreamy.



gotta say bravo to this”


The State of the Union is….


I’m completely pissed off that they are preempting Terminator TV: The Sarah Connor Chronicles tonight for the State of the Union Address. Let me save them some broadcast time:

Applause, applause, applause.

“The State of the Union is Strong. If you’re poor, you may lose your house or your job and you have no health care. It deeply sucks to be you. Here’s some ideas I have for fucking things up even worse. Given my effectiveness so far, the only hope for the country this year is I’ll fuck up so badly at fucking up the country that things will actually get better. I’m an idiot, I’m always going to be an idiot, you don’t really need me to tell you that any more. If you love freedom, you’ll let me send some more of your kids to the desert to get blowed up.”

Okay, mission accomplished, in about the same time that it takes for a gecko to pimp insurance and with only half the credibility.

Now bring on the killer robot babes.

That’s all I’m sayin’.

the above was from author christopher moore’s myspace blog post.  if you don’t know christopher moore and you like wickedly funny satire, check him out.  meanwhile, what he said up above, i couldn’t agree more.

“i’m not concerned about the voters” – mitt romney 1.24.08

even with the full context of the quote he’s a fucktard. 

hat tip to voenix as well

shortly after the world trade tower attacks of 9.11 i wrote an email to a number of friends.  in the email i voiced my fears, concerns and beliefs about the state of the world.  that email is long gone (i do wish i still had it). 

the thing that i do remember about that email was that i referenced the poem ‘self evident’ by ani difranco.

self evident is one of the most striking works for me.  it sums up my thoughts better than i can (just like a great poem should). 

so as i reflect on what happened those 6 short years ago i’m reminded of ani’s words and wanted to once again share them with those i care about (and those i don’t know).  it’s long, but it’s worth it.  and if you care to hear it in ani’s voice click here

self evident / ani difranco

us people are just poems
we’re 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it’s part of a pair
there on the bow of noah’s ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i’ve seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over ‘oh my god’ and ‘this is unbelievable’ and on and on
and i’ll tell you what, while we’re at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that’s been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk’s plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there’s ash on our shoes
and there’s ash in our hair
and there’s a fine silt on every mantle
from hell’s kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here’s a toast to all the folks who live in palestine

el salvador

here’s a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here’s a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman’s voice

here’s a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner’s guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don’t take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he’d deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i’ve got no room for a lie so verbose
i’m looking out over my whole human family
and i’m raising my glass in a toast

here’s to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it’s time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else’s desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall

and while we’re at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn’t even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody’s face
and scoping that scene
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn’t have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole’s passion play
so now it’s your job
and it’s my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn’t die in vain
baby listen
hear the train?

© 2001 ani difranco / righteous babe music

so with that said and done – may those affected by 9.11 one day find peace.  may those responsible for 9.11 find understanding that while they tried to dystroy america, all they really managed to do was wound us.  for we (just as every nation) have evolved and moved on (albeit, perhaps not without dirtying our own hands a bit). 

at the end of the day we are just like them.

there is no difference.  we’re all just trying to make our way in the world.  we stumble.  we fall.  we stand up and walk tall.  we’re all working through our own personal belief systems, and yours is not better than mine, and mine is certainly not better than yours – it’s just mine.  perhaps we ought to stop trying to get our neighbor to agree with us.  rather, perhaps we should all just try to understand each other a bit better.

the phrase ‘god bless america’ has always rung a bit odd to me.  do you really want the god that you believe in (arguably, the god that created us all) to bless one of us more than the other?  rather than saying god bless america; perhaps, if your so inclined, you might think a bit larger – more globally.  afterall, i don’t really think god separates us by artificial national boundries….

god bless us all.

allah bless us all.

buddha bless us all.

mohammad bless us all.

mother earth bless us all.


“give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
i lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

let’s not forget the real meaning of liberty and to those who celebrate today, take a moment to reflect on the current state of the country and the world and to those who give their lives to protect (however futile), liberty.

let us hope that king george and his court are someday reminded that the heart and soul of america is in it’s oppressed, it’s hungry and it’s sick.  not in it’s exalted rich and powerful. 

may god bless the world and america.  have a happy and safe independance day all.

“…you see yourself as a leader
may my thoughts be with you
if you try to divide and conquer
we’ll rise up against you
we know only the strong will survive
but the meek will inherit
so if you’ve got a coat of arms, oh friend
i suggest we wear it…”

-john mellencamp, we are the people



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