Former President Bill Clinton was in our area yesterday campaigning for Hillary. She has much support in the region due to her family ties here (Rodham). Most local Democratic politicos are supporting her because she considers this a “second home” (I thought New York was her “second home”?) and they smell hot gravy. It is not what is good for our country. It is what’s good for these provincial hacks.
Today our local media is awash with pictures of adoring fans listening to Bill’s every utterance – as if each word was backed by veracity rather than agenda. This is the same person who chose to lie rather than tell the truth, then move on with the urgent business of this country. Instead he lied like a coward and we were pulled into a muck of prurient distraction and obsession.
The hypocritical opposition chose self interest over the nation’s. They are traitors. Rather than proactively deal with emerging threats such as Al-Qaeda – our government, media, and national consciousness were focused on semen and cigars.
It was not what was good for our country – rather, it was what was good for Bill Clinton. It was not what was good for our country- rather, it was what was good for the Republican Party.
And when it came time to vote to authorize the invasion of Iraq, Hillary voted YES – not because it was good for our country but rather it seemed the politically expedient thing to do at a time when people who opposed the war were implied to be “traitors”. She along with most in her party rolled onto their backs rather than stand up and question the neo con propaganda machine. It was what was good for Hillary.
Iraqathon – an unhappy anniversary
March 19, 2008
Five years ago today the United States President and Congress invaded Iraq using Our military. Several months after the invasion I took part in a small demonstration against the war at the main intersection of our small town. There were five of us: my wife, my son (13), our friend Karen, our friend Leann, and myself. Leann, a Catholic activist from our nearby college, had organized the bootless foray.
Our small rally was peaceful and non confrontational. That did not stop many driving by from blowing their horns, giving us the finger, and yelling out “fuck you”. I wonder if they still feel the same today.
be the embracer
February 14, 2008
Little Debbie of Death
February 7, 2008
Be my valentine
(with eight twin-wrapped cakes
of corn syrup
processed sugar
processed flour
interesterified palm oil
partially hydrogenated
cottonseed oil
TBHQ
diglycerides
propylene glycol
monostearate
polysorbate 60
red 40
and
twenty three other ingredients –
all for $1.05 )
I will love you forever
(with 3 grams of
artery clogging
surgery producing
medicine funding
saturated fat
per tiny tasteless cake)
You are my sweetheart
(with 26 grams
of system shocking
limb losing
rehab needing
insulin breeding
heart pumping sugar
per two cake “serving”)
On Extended Vacation
January 29, 2008
I have decided to stop posting for several months. I am sure that from time to time I will post something here or there. However I must stop for now. It is not that I have run out of ideas or interest. It is that I have to run elsewhere.
To my Blogroll: thank you from the depths of my soul. You have given me such strong support and encouragement. I have benefited more than you will ever know.
I am sorry I did not get around to read and comment as much as I should have. It is something I always felt guilty about (dead beat blogger) and one of the considerations in my decision. Reading other people’s stuff is just as much part of blogging as is posting. When I return I will do so only when I have the time to visit other blogs. That will be enjoyable.
I started this project almost two years ago and have thoroughly enjoyed your work and comradierie. It reaffirms my belief that we are all gifted in myriad ways.
till then
peace
Peace Is Free
January 27, 2008
You don’t have to get cleansed
cleared or confirmed
You don’t have to pay tribute
Peace is as free as your next breath
your next smile
hdtv
January 18, 2008
high
definition
drug
qazse 