Friday Morning Heartbreak

If you’re in the mood to have your heart broken over the 2004 election again- go check out Robert Kennedy Jr.’s much anticipated piece in Rolling Stone.

And then, after you’ve had a cocktail or two to numb the pain, what do we do to fix this?

I’m big on the power of voting. One of my favorite things I ever did was voter registrations in poor suburbs of Atlanta. But with registration challenges and missing votes- how does an individual know if their vote was counted? What do we do to make the system better?

Ah man- the wingnuts are at work in Japan too.

From the LA Times

If the Japanese government gets its way, educators will soon add another course to the standard curriculum of reading, writing and arithmetic: teaching students to show love for their country.

The proposal to make education more patriotic signals the determination of conservatives here to combat what they see as a self-obsessed youth culture, characterized by rampant school bullying and juvenile crime, that they say is eroding the nation’s vaunted social order.

Fursday Funny- Name That Tune!

So last week Little Flower got the big fat virtual cookie. This week you only get one line from one song. But here’s a hint or 2- the band is Australian and this song is an 80’s standard.

My possessions are causing me suspicion
but there’s no proof.

Bitching and Moaning

I’m locked out of my email- again. All I get is MSN’s cheesy- account temporarily unavailable. I feel so cut off, disconnected. How will I communicate?

Oh yeah- I write a blog. Dope.

Anyone else get locked out of their email regularly? Should I be worried that the NSA has blocked my account so they can go see what terrorist themed junk-mail I get?

Daydream Believer


A girl can dream, well fantasize really, about a John Stewart- Stephen Colbert team in 2008. Ok- the fantasy doesn’t actually have me waiting till 2008 for a tag team of Stewart-Colbert, and they aren’t taking over the White House as much as they are taking over my bedroom in the uhm, daydream.

But if I want to publicly declare my love for the 2 ballsy boys- I can now do it with a campaign tee.

911 is not Fursday Funny

But Bush thought the day ended on a humorous note. Let’s see, while the rest of us were reeling from shock and trying to figure out how to explain to our kids that we had been attacked and thousands of people were probably dead- Bush thought the day made for mad-cap shenanigans involving the Secret Service.

Noonan: So the day starts in tragedy and ends in Marx Brothers.

President Bush: That’s right — we got a laugh out of it.”

Nice that he could sleep that night though- he may have been the only one in the country who did.

Organic Sex?

The wingnuts, in an effort to appear full of crunchy goodness, are on an organic sex kick. But what is this organic sex thing- does it mean only fucking on unbleached, organic cotton sheets? No. Maybe only having sex in national parks- like Yellowstone? Nah. How ’bout using all natural lubes with organic herb enhancements? Nope.

It’s just a rehash of the same old crap. Organic sex is sex without birth control, because birth control is Un.Nat.Ur.AL. The only form of birth control acceptable to the fundies is the one that doesn’t work, the rhythm method.

I could get into a long diatribe about how stupid this is, but I think you should watch this and see for yourself.