A writer named Sean Gonsalves for the Cape Cod Times in Massachusetts came up with this nifty list of http://www.capecodonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20101007/NEWS/10070329&emailAFriend=1“>questions to ask a political candidate to see if s/he is really a “regular person” or just someone pretending to understand what “regular” Americans go through:

No? Red flag alert!

so it may not be a godless whores/ ‘good christians’ contest, but it
does strike me that we’re in the middle of election season getting
spammed by the gatekeepers of the kleptocracy for cash. and i write a
damn fine bitchy email. so from now till november, or whenever i have
enough cash to get a compy and internet, everyone who donates gets a
ranty email sent to the failing political thing of their choice. the
email will most likely conclude with the line ‘haha suckers – i got
your cash instead’.
so who do you all want me to bitch at?

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

thanks to a couple of godless whoring blogreaders, i am now about
halfway to the 500 bucks or so that i need to buy a cheap ass netbook
and bribe comcast into turning the internet spicket back on. my
readership my be small, but you peeps are the best hairy legged,
abortion having, slutty heathens on the planet.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

by all the fucking typos i can’t see or edit when posting from my
phone. i’d run a donation campaign (but i do that every day) to fix it
but…
too bad the forced pregnancy fuckers aren’t sticking me on another
stalk and pray list. i could run another godless whores vs good
christians contest.
that’s all for the whinging self pity. we now return to our regular bitchcast.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

lately, whenever i check my email, my blood pressure is raised and i
go apoplectic. you all have read a few of the responses i’ve sent to
prominent dems asking for cashand votes. there have been others. it’s
tedious to repost them.
right now there are at lest 15 requests for $ in my inbox. all i can
think of is that i know exactly 2 people who have real, permanent,
actual jobs and have had them for a year or more. 2, of all the people
i know in the meat world. 2. and the dems want their money? for having
done what exactly? they come to US with their hands out so that we can
send them back to gatekeep the wealthy and kill social security.
they’ve got their hand out while we suffer humiliation and deprivation
and poverty. apoplectic. and all the pissy email responses in the
world won’t change the fact that democrats don’t give a flying fuck
about us bottom 80%, unless we’re teabaggers.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

tragic baby kitty, the one with the seizures and the (formerly)
paralyzed front leg is the reincarnation of houdini. the viscious
little beastie keeps escaping her harness. it’s like a straight jacket
trick. she also plays fetch better than any dog and litters my bed
with crumpled bits of paper she wants me to throw for her.
i do believe i am now an official crazy cat lady. but what a cat to be crazy for

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

everytime there is another story about some tender-hearted child being
bullied into suicide, i feel better about homeschooling the kid. but
it really fucking shouldn’t have to be that way. kids should be safe
at home and at school. handwrining over the usual culprits (tech,
video games, sex on the teevee) ain’t gonna fix it. we have to give a
shit and we have to start raising our children to be better people,
better than the horrible exxamples of biggotry and hate that we’ve
given them. every child’s death that has made the news lately has the
grubby little handprints of the patriarchy all over it. homophobia,
slut shaming fat bashing classism. sweet kids die so the patriarchy
can rule. fuck that.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

i’ve been watching lost on dvd (no cable, no internet, a girl gets
bored). i didn’t watch the show while it was and don’t think i’d be
watching it if i could be watching mad men instead. but the whole
premise of the show seems to be that you can’t fight destiny. pashaw i
say.
i think that what we call destiny, everyone having a purpose and
everything having a reason is crap. i don’t think it’s anyone’s
destiny to be a hotel maid or a prsident. i think we use destiny as a
way to make the very non mystical social conditioning tolerable. if i
am poor and sick it is because it is my destiny, and not because of an
uneven distribution of resources. bull shit.
not all social conditioning is bad. taboos against violence for
example. but our current conditioning actually breaks with our natural
evolution. we are cooperative, learning creatures. social conditioning
makes us greedy and selfish and ignorant. it is when we break that
conditioning that we exercise free will. i choose not to be part of
the lie of destiny.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

is about what i’m feeling right now. did you all know there are more
than 2000 posts on this here blog, the vast majority of which are
mine, but not all. and after 2000 posts that all basically say the
same thing, i am so tired of politics. i never thought that would
happen. i wrote about the one thing i thought wouldn’t bore me. it
turns out that 5 years and 2000 blogposts is the the boring point. so,
until i can give a rats ass, let’s talk about something fun,
entertaining. Anyone got any recipes they’d like to share? complaints
or adulations in the romance department? some new music they can’t get
out of their head or a book that wowed them?
As for me, i am halfway to perfecting porkchops limonata (chops are
figured, but the sauce needs work) after a year of self imposed
nunnery i am thinking it might be time to shake my groove thing, but
not with the cookie cutter hipster boy dj type that played with my
hands in north carolina.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning

think of the main political parties as frats, and suddenly the
enormous enthusiam gap between men and women for this election seems
clear. for years most of the girls have been avoiding keggers at the
republican frat house. they know that all they are going to get from
those parties is the chance to fetch beers for they boys to chants of
‘show us yer tits!’ instead they head to the keggers at the democrats
house. no one shouts ‘show us yer tits’ but the girls are still
expected to fetch the beer and clean up the morning after and show
their tits when asked nicely, wether they want to or not. eventually
the women wise up. they aren’t much better off and the price they have
to pay is too steep. why go to a party at all when you can stay home
and save the humiliation.
certainly no one (cough) could have predicted this during the
primaries, what with all the sexist dogwhistles and cat calls from the
Obots

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning