It was the sleep of the just. There was just no way I was going to make it through hours and hours of those boring returns, not the mention all the cheerleaders for the two lousy horses in this media-made, and made-for-media, race. Besides, it was a draining day at the office and I was, quite frankly, tired as soon as I got in the door. But that nap was just what the doctor ordered. Observing my strict religious practice, I instinctively turned on the radio to get my morning shot of information and, oh yes, receive confirmation of the election results. Well, that WAS a relief! How could that clown ever hope to actually become president. In the words of the immortal rabbit (Bugs Bunny). . . "What a Maroon!" So what if the first spouse is a philandering, double-talking snake-oil salesman. At least our president can put together two sentences that do not contain the words I, me, best, lousy or great. And frequently she (YES! Finally, she) throws a fact in for good measure. But wait, there's coverage of a protest in DC, with guns, and actual shooting. Occupying the White House? "Rigged?" WTF are they talking about. Whaddayamean they REFUSE! Refuse my ass! An election is an election. Appointed from Goldman. . . what? What did she say? Bill is stocking up on cigars and recruiting interns. Is this what I can look forward for the next four years?
(Inspired and/or otherwise 'lifted' from https://www.facebook.com/jay.graboski.3?fref=ts by my good friend Jay Graboski)
". . . Americans (are) literalists who “don’t know how to communicate in symbols except in the baldest of ways." Are symbolists and literalists the divisive ones who have a hard time understanding a messiah who came not parsing texts on vellum but speaking in signs and stories (semiotics)?"
Round every corner and fade into blue
The Angelus rings, she comes into view
Nine is her number
In nine she is due
She will never fail you
Singing creation, look into her eyes
Out of her mouth she is speaking the sky
Circling heaven, higher than high
She in time is movement
Why should I move from her world vibration?
Molding this clay into
Paleolithic Goddess Figurines
Streaming to rivers, she floats on the sea
Gathers her children who sit on her knee
Showing and telling them where they are free
She is softly speaking
Holding the line when she seems unpleasant
Molding this clay into
Paleolithic Goddess Figurines
There is no real dilemma
She has her own agenda
Though there's a vulture hovering above our heads
Go on and trust the pattern
Her sun and moon are lanterns
Painting the firmament with stars
She is the vision of attention engaged
Breaking the spell of automaton rage
A circuit of heaven, a luminous wave
All is seen before her
Why should I move from her world vibration?
Molding this clay into
Paleolithic Goddess Figurines
Round every corner and fade into blue
The Angelus rings, she comes into view
Nine is her number
In nine she is due
She will never fail you
(from http://www.rense.com/demo.htm, Democracy In Distress By Philip James The Guardian - UK 8-20-4)
". . . The recent recall election in Venezuela has given us a disturbing preview of what may be in store for the United States in November: an election result held in doubt by many of the voters that took part in it. A cloud hangs over Hugo Chavez's reaffirmation as Venezuela's president, despite a thumbs-up from international election observers. The source of the scepticism is a new technology that was supposed to take inaccuracies out of elections: touch-screen balloting. . . Even though the electronic equipment used for Venezuela's election was designed to leave a paper trail that could be audited, the opposition suspects some kind of electoral foul play may have been written into the system's software, limiting the number of "yes" votes on the recall. . . As far-fetched as this may sound, it underlines one thing: a democratic system is only as strong as its participants' belief in its validity. When voters' confidence in the accuracy or fairness of the system is eroded, the system itself is undermined. . ."
Amazing thing, when I traded my old gear in for my first piano I got almost what I paid for the Leslie. For the Farfisa, I think I got about twenty bucks.
. . . is it that the electoral college did NOT have the balls to stop what clearly, by the standards of anyone with common sense, should be STOPPED??!!!
(from http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Balls)
Balls
1. A man's testicles where sperm is produced.
2. Courage or bravery.
3. Manliness.
4. Something yelled to shock people.
1. He didn't have the balls to jump off a three-story platform into the water.
2. He may look sexy, but Dereck doesn't have balls.
3. The boy said to his grandmother: "Balls!" And she passed out.
