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How Inclusive Is Barack Obama?

I don't know what to attribute to the surprise so many talking heads show at Rev. Wright's "inflamed rhetoric." My friend who is an older and wiser person than I goes with the same line of thinking: conspiracy theories, oppression of African-Americans, AIDS scientists inoculating people straight from monkeys. Clinton is an SOB for encarcerating 25 million blacks.
If Obama is excluding the older generation of blacks, I find his attitude as calculating as many other ones before he became a media/Blogsville darling.

And that is all I have to say about that. Botafogo starts in an hour. I already took my photo for a Brazilianist's blog in case the Lone Star team loses the State championship. I said and am a womin of my word I would pose with the red and black colors of our arch-rival Flamengo. Below, the real scoop on Tim Walker. My way.

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Pennsylvania; Now Indiana

A Reference Quote

Senator Lloyd Bentsen told Dan Quayle off on TV, in one great moment for the party. Well, I know of Dr. Martin Luther King, read his books, listened to his speeches.

Senator Obama, you are not a Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. See post above.

The "Left" the "New Left" and "Liberals"

When I arrived here, August 1985, I was too naïve from my Brazilian experience to understand the political machine. So, for years I voted for the Peace and Freedom Party. Have you ever heard of them? There you have it. When Bill Clinton ran in 1992, I voted for Jerry Brown in the primaries.

Then I surrendered to the Democratic tradition in my USA family, Daddy being a first generation American. I was very enthusiastic during the first Clinton-Gore adminstration. We had two grants approved, one state for technology and another federal, under Title VII, which brought a lot of money into the school. And Macintoshes.
During the second administration, do you believe I believed Bill Clinton, as did Hillary, when he went to the press and said, "That woman..." However, nobody was as dogged as were the Clintons.

Now I must rest and will return. Later. Inspired by PFP and a post I wrote for Universo Anárquico, I will leave you with SLOT, a Russian band. The songstress reminds me of Pat Benatar's angst; there is some U2 in their music, I think.

the Left is waht I was when I got here. The New Left were those who realized the horrors of the Stalin era; liberals are the ones in ACLU, and I am a proud member of this organization.

Hillary and Bill? They are not liberals or lefties, never been. They are centrists, they go with the flow.
With you, SLOT, a kinda new wave-emo band, singing "Two Wars" 2 VOINY

Saint Jack? I never said "I told you so..."

I am very happy for my bitch. Isn't she something?  There was a brou-ha-ha in TX keeping Hillary voters outside.  No matter. I am not a pundit, I am not a poli-sci person. Eat my shirt. CNN says she is the projected winner for Texas. Ohio, Rhode Island, not bad, not bad for a loser.

I'm not going to wait for all the rest. I would like to thank the Academy. I, too, was a stripper in my past life in Ohio.  My screenplay isn't out yet, just my husband.
Good night, my naughty monkeys. Go Craig Ferguson. One for the USA. Good morning Europe and Elsewhere.

It Ain't Over Yet-- Hillary 2008

Thanks, Tom Watson, for the video, named Jack and Hill.

It's O-ver, It's O-ver, it's O-ver!

How about this? Click and you'll see what I mean. For a Democrat to have praised the Great Communicator, who tattled on so many in show business was a fatal mistake. He who suppported the Contras, whose war reduced NIcaragua to a country where the streets have no names. Ronald Reagan, who named names in Hollywood. What an accomplished leader, f'r shure.

Click on this link, I just got it in from ... Click and you'll see. Now tell me more about fairy tales of gathering millions on campaign money thru donations of twenty or twenty-five bucks. It's pouring here. As Craig Ferguson said last night only in Los Angeles rain opens the news.
I hope you dig this song. I do.

You Know Your Primaries Are Around the Corner When

Good day to all. Spring must be around the corner. I just saw two butterflies doing it. They are the first ones to show up at springtime, black with yellow trim wings. They look like one, shake together for a while and that's it.

You know the primaries are aroudn the corner in  California when:
• An evangelical group rings the gate bell.

• The Catholic Church where I go, for minorities, also remembers I exist and two volunteers ring the doorbell.

• You get spammed with John Kerry's mail for Obama.

• You get mail from the DNC (again.)

• The gatebell rings. This time it's an unidentified group supporting the write-in vote for Space Cadets.

• The phone rings. It's the cops from San Jose. A contribution, please.

• Another evangelical group rings the gate bell. They explain they are for the empowerment of the human race before the end of times. (Will that be if a woman breaks the presidential glass ceiling?)

• A West Hollywood single-sex group rings the gate bell. They want you to support their rights. No problema but there's nothing about their rights on the ballot. That's okay, they wanted to make it a point they exist. Okay, best wishes.

• Suddenly a taco stand opens by your gate bell.

• More people keep on ringing the gate bell.

• You make a stand and hang your "Hillary Prez or Bust!" homemade poster on  your window.

• Not a good idea. Busted.

• Call someone to replace broken window pane.

• Surrender to the tacos and buy ten.

• The  gatebell  rings.  It's  the police.  They bust the  taco vendor.  Take notes  on the  window incident. Ask me if  I am  sure  I  want to vote  for  a woman  with a shrill voice whose husband...  I start weeping.  They turn their back to me and  leave.

• The Fire  Dept. comes  to control a flood of tears.  This is  how politically correct my city is. Imagine if this were Malibu.

• I scribble a big poster with the words "God bless the USA." And mute my gate bell.

Just a quick note. We found a hummingbird nest, empty already. Spring is on the corner, after the primaries.
A good day to all.  Bob Dylan sings at a tribute concert for the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. a different rendition of "I Shall Be Released."

Is Hillary Clinton Being Lynched ? Absolutely!

I found it amusing to read comments in Tom Watson's comment section complaining about the use of the verb lynch related to Hillary Clinton as if lynching were an act only USA slaves had been victims of. In this time of politically correct attitudes, I don't know what they want to call what is happening to Hillary's campaign and Bill Clinton's administration's legacy.
I was a teacher during the eight years of Clinton-Gore. I remember. The Civil Rights Act Dr. Martin Luther King,Jr. fought and gave his life for, and President Johnson signed into law was still the law of this country during the 1992-2000 era. Hispanics and any other linguistic minority group had the right to participate in schools in their home language and have their children taught in bilingual education. The poorer children had Title I services to give them a leg up in school. Title VII, the one that protects you by national origin, race, religion, and Title I, the help for disadvantaged people were present in all schools.
These laws have been changed by our Fearless Leader. The approach to education is No Child Left Behind, yes, a bipartisan effort to make all kids think the same and act the same. In the meantime, the Bushes created a kit to teach to NCLB, C.O.W.S. at a nearly four thousand dollars a pop. In Special Ed. new constraints are a joke denied to kids who need support.

And then, this mindless nation, whose memory goes away at hearing about a sale at K-Mart, these kids who were toddlers in the Golden Era of Clinton-Gore, buy any crap sold in the media or thru Barack Obama's campaign. The guy is so cruel he kicked out all the old time leaders in his district. "They don't know how to write a petition." It's sad to see Hillary clobbered and yes, lynched by politicos and all of this macho society who refuse to accept a woman who can think. I know how it feels -- been there done that in a much much minor way, as a student activist in Brazil.

Hillary has a program, experience and willpower to get there. And I love the idea of having President Bill  Clinton back in the White House. At least we know the Oval Office will be pristine while Hillary is there.

In France, when Mitterand, the former president of France, went to meet his Maker, both his wife and his mistress were present at the funeral. B.F.D.  I know we have Judge Hathorne's vindictive blood in our veins, but why not change that? Why not stop the lynching for a minute to think about our country?

I understand we also have mercantile roots that drove East Coast merchants to go around the tip of South America to trade cow hide, tallow and other goodies Californios had to offer. Americans are also very creative when it comes to commerce.

Stop bashing Hillary and take a look at what went on not too long ago and what has been going on for too long here in our country. If you find me wrong, go ahead, and lynch me. If you are a baby-boomer like me, the video hand-picked for this post will be a blast from the past. If you are young, listen to the awesome Richie Havens sing "Freedom/Motherless Child". I had the honor of meeting him in person in Rio and then here at McCabe's a few years ago. He has teeth now. A très kewl individual from our purple USA as Barack Obama would say.

Hillary, yey!

I am so sorry I am so late in saying hello. I am suffering from severe TV intoxication. In addition, all kinds of snoops have been calling. I must find a way to be more incisive and tell them to jump in the lake.

Anyway, my several pain in the neck incidents today are nothing compared to the joy of having voted already, marking my absentee ballot for Hillary.  I am still having difficulty retrieving my yahoo password; stuff that happens to someone who changes computers unexpectedly.

All I can do now is let Hillary speak for herself. I am so sick and tired of "Christians" who keep grudges and don't comprehend charity. So, bask with me, again, in Hillary's programmatic victory speech. If I wanted a preacher I would go to church. I am sick and tired of all of you who equal Clinton-Gore to the Bushes. Eat sh* A-holes and tell me the difference between that and roses.

Bummed

I'm bummed for several reasons. I don't have to put on a pretty face and say I am happy Obama won in Iowa, a state with alternative energy source --ethanol from corn. I am still completely stunned folks have forgotten that piece of really lowly attack on Hillary by the Obama camp, in which Hillary was pictured as a female 1984 "Big Brother." Click.

It seems like we are doomed to a Christian theocracy whichever jerk gets out alive, unless the media stop their open attack on Hillary. Not even in the days of the Brazilian dictatorship, 1964-1985, have I ever seen so much distortion and bias against a candidate.

The solution is to keep my fingers crossed. I do believe Hillary is the best candidate the same way I still believe in Apple computers--even if they don't have voice recognition software.

Hillary and Apple, my avatar, are the royalty in class, top of the class in America. I'll keep hoping the preachers go back to their pulpits while we choose a POTUS who is knowledgeable. If people can't remember the benefits of the Clinton administration, as a California resident and teacher of bilingual education, I do.

For music, check out Shooter Jennings and Mark Knopfler. Just click.

We're Coming to Take You Away

Once there was a people who thought their ways were democratic. They cast their votes for leader of their land every four years and for the helpers every two years. They were industrious, creatively, and orderly. The only problem they had was superstition.
Heck, they thought women brought bad luck. They locked theirs up in their dwellings. Likewise, people of color were also bearers of bad luck. They tried without success to kick back across the Big River those who spoke a foreign language even if these folks had had babies in the democratic land.
As for the darker ones, well, those were out of control. There was no way they could be hanged on trees, there was no way they could be forced to pick cotton, there was no way they would not talk too much.
The time for the election of a new leader of the land was approaching. The people who thought they were democratic shrugged and winced. They had three choices: A woman, a brown man, and a black man. OMG! What now? Any of them would be a choice to ruin the land, cast bad luck all over the place.
They listened to the three, skeptically. The woman promised to fix what was broken and, "If it ain't broken, don't fix it," she added energetically. She had heard this before but couldn't put her finger on where. She was a paradox: a blode who sounded smart and aligned with the land's modus operandi. But a woman? Just in case, many in the land placed a broom behind their kitchen door. That was for her in case she visited; she could fly away.
The brown man said as little as possible. He nodded his head supporting the blonde. He claimed experience and -- horror!--tried to make a speech in the language once spoken in the southwest in the land. Dangerous man. What to do?
The black man was terrifying. First, he was not that black. Second, there were rumors he had taken magic potions when living abroad. It was said he would include the people in his decisions, even if his decisions for the book were not many.

Then, one day, a millionaire from the southwest came along. He sounded just right. He claimed taxes were for the birds, except to kick out the foreign born and their children or to protect the unborn. Conservative congregations and the young, who can't read between the lines, supported this man enthusiastically.

When the election for leader of the land came, the man from the southwest won hands down. Alas! He was against taxation but not a word had been said about appropriation. All the riches of the land became his. He didn't believe in a State, so they were his, under his supervision.

And that is how King George was replaced by John Paul - Bingo!

Maka Maka, Hillary and Bills

It's a bummer when lawyers are the only ones reading you. In addition, it's weird I use Firefox and all my readers are comig through Internet Explorer.
I guess I should surrender and buy a Vista (with no view) or just insist, as my nature tells me to.
Google lost nothing after losing an infinitesimal share of biz on Facebook, a kewl relationship site to Microsoft. Google just went ahead to announce Maka Maka, which reminds me of Tiki Tiki a drink at Trader Vic's a five star restaurant of the 50s. Really old for our standards here in Los Angeles.
Maka Maka makes a lot of sense. After all, Macca, the Beatle, is the only in the newspapers, tabloids, cutting deals here and there. Who wants to read about HoneyPuss in long boots Patty Boyd ?  Or Eric Clapton's pathetic confessions of plagiarism?  My source on the latter is B12 Solipsism, beware, spreading confusion on the Net since www 1.0.
I wish I had been a blogger in the 1990s instead of an educator. Then a blogger instead of a translator.  Here we are.

Maka Maka is a way of virtual life. It's a sweet surrender to Mountain View.  More than  MySpace, Orkut or FaceBook, more than the Google Bar, Maka Maka will take care of every single aspect of your life.  All we need now is love between Google and Apple.  Every time I read left click I cringe.

Hillary, my presidential candidate, also cringes at the idea of a left click. Left nada. This time she won't be the mousey brown-haired GOPer who watched Nixon's fall. She won't be the blondie feminist who adamantly declared 'I'm not the stand by your man type' while Mme. HW Bush gave away her favorite cookie recipes.

Hillary will be tough as nails, setting aside those who are in her way, kinda of like Mountain View will with Maka Maka.  One of Hill's Bills is deeply involved in his former POTUS job, his library.  Another is a bill, immigration, in which she used the best of clintonism's -- It depends on what the definition of if is.  Her bills, money amassed during the campaign, are the target of all candidates, except her key bill.  Bill Aberdeen, the one imposed by the Brits on slave ships is history. If Barack Obama couldn't stand tall against BP why would he now?

Bill Richardson, ahhh! That's my man. Rotund, Native-American, Spanish fluent, he looks just like me.  A former cabinet member for Bill POTUS, he can add he has experience building our image and is faithful to his political background.

Like Google, Inc. couldn't care less if it is indeed IE the browser for Google Bar, at 600+ dollares/share one can afford t be less popular among its peers, and Maka Maka is coming. Hillary can laugh at the face of John Edwards, who lost his home state, playing a poor self-made man when in fact a millionaire insurance lawyer. Hillary Clinton is my person today and at the polls, for a better America, centered, supported by all the bills that matter and Bill Richardson, for vice-president, the governor of New Mexico.

The beauty of it is -- Hillary doesn't really have a home state to lose. Really. Maka Maka for her, too.

My Mac pleads Help! Tina Oiticica Harris, from center one-click MacBookPro.

Green Day - Gutter Punks- Your Child Could Become One

Green Day's American Idiot song, released in 2004, remains tops in describing the pathology involving our society.  American Idiot the album portrays American families with teens or twenty-somethings under their broken wings. American Idiot the album seems to have been the first recording of the struggle of an American lower middle class single parent family with a reality of doom for high school drop-outs. Nowadays there are no jobs even for college graduates. The appeal of the album is universal as unemployment strikes the world thru globalization.
Some say Billie Joe Armstrong spent a couple of weeks roaming around the Bay Area to catch the vibe for this touching depiction of our youth while others see a touch of autobiography in the creation of Jesus of Suburbia, Saint Jimmy, and What's-Her-Name.

The album portrays social phenomena referred to as ghetto punks(the poor regardless of color), or gutter punks. The latter are younger than ever, ten year-olds, roaming the streets, highly self-destructive and hopeless.
There's not much new in depicting the lost children of broken homes. Axl Rose did it in "Mr. Brownstone", a song about addiction and abandoned buildings on Western Avenue, next to Holywood. I remember seeing the children, tattooed and drugged, roaming Hollywood Boulevard. Before that, others, such as Allen Ginsberg, lamented the fate of our youth albeit in a different context.

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This Way, President Hillary Clinton

President Hillary Clinton was exhausted.  The elections in 2012 had given her that look of purple sagging bags under the eyes Bill had that day when - Hush!  How could she be thinking of that day in 199* still?  She had juggled a difficult path of pseudo liberal pseudo centrist pseudo - shoot! Don't!  Secret agents swarmed into the Elyptical Office.
"Go away!" Her shrill voice hadn't changed even sharing inhaling sessions with Good Ole Partner, Bill.

"Darn good job," she patted herself on the right shoulder for goodluck. He was a lefty.  She had a vision. he still made people swoon to his husky southern voice; still talking about watermelons in Arkansas. Humpft!

Power and money.  It had worked.  Even villified by her own kindred spirits, womin, she had rebuilt the US Empire.  We were now the United States of World Hillarmonia.  One world under the tenets of the Founding Fathers and some good Acts for check$$ & balan$$.  President Hillary knew how to gamble. The republic was filthy rich, pornographically wealthy to the point manned missions to space were no longer pipe dreams. Sshhuddup already.

The government had approved of endless runs for president.  If her arthritis was bad, her greedy claws could still grab what was due to the Eagle.  Palestinians and Jews had decided to follow Neva Shalom and a scroll  cleverly authenticated by all main religions had certified the need for inbreeding among the brethen of David and Ishmael.
In the middle east all females chose an Arabic name and a Jewish one.  They settled for Mirian (Mary) like the southerners settle for Lee as a middle name.  There was peace and the White Sox had won.

President Hillary swayed her wide hips dreaming "Don't Stop."  A knock on the door announced Bill himself.

" I made us reservations at the diner."  At the sound of "dine," Bill pinched her, said fine and off they went.

(End of Part One. Later.)

We're cleaning house, are we? Keep it up !

Thanks to my Washington Post Alert e-mail, here goes it, or him:

Bye, bye, Karl Rove!  Washington Post link.  I guess what the inaugural white house meant by cleaning house was refurbishing house.

Who's next? What's next?  Cult Of Personality -- Living Color. Remember this?

Later! ©Anarchic_Universe,2007

Did I Go to the Bloggers Daily Kos Convention?

I don't have the big bucks for any convention.  Right now I can't go anywhere anyhow.  However, I got a BBC link for you.

It's about Hillary.  Enjoy.

If You Have Nothing Nice To Say

It's obvious my son will be a plumber.  There is a whole wide future in his hands as a federal plumber.  Just as long as he doesn't act silly like those Nixon plumbers at Watergate.  He's smart. He's already a hacker at sixteen(nearly.)

He'll read our mail without our permission. Uncle Sam says so.  Man, he's going to make big bucks working for ... the Man.

I just got the NY Times with the news about our new democratic law regarding wiretapping. Wanna see?

Sixteen Dem. Senators voted for it. This is Watergate. A little travelog. Click to embiggen, as B12 Solipsm says in jest.

Maybe my son will have a position there.

He's  more of a democratic person than Joey Lieberman, for one.



Why don't we share our sorrow with The Bard, "It's Alright Ma, (I'm only bleeding".)  At least our bourgeoisie doesn't plan to bring down the government the way the Brazilian is (see Universo Anárquico.)


 

New Orleans, Katrina; Minneapolis and Its Bridge

What happened in New Orleans is still happening. A levee gave way and the city was flooded.  It is true that Katrina was a natural catastrophe that hit many states.  Unfortunately for its victims L'Imbecile was on vacation taking his crash course in Dostoyevski.

One can argue New Orleans should not expect repairs in a flash. After all, California hasn't receive all of the funding earmarked to cover damages caused by the 1994 Northridge earthquake.  We could go on forever arguing minute points here and there.  To me it was evident there was an organized and immediate response to the collapse of the bridge in Minneapolis.  In New Orleans Sean Penn in his boat was more efficient than all other efforts combined.

Ivan Neville performs "Fortunate Son."

There Is No Maybe: I.Libby, Not Me, Betrayed US

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/linkset/2005/04/11/LI2005041100879.html

This is the nth story I have read on I.Libby's commute, this link above, from the Washington Post.  It's short and sweet and offers a history of presidential pardons.

Now, an administration that declared they would scrub the Oval Office, a puritan and silly reference to Monica Lewinski, this same administration that put hundreds of thousands of Americans in harm's way, knowing the intelligence was faulty, knowing there were no WMD in Iraq, decided to set free a man, I.Libby, who simply

Went out to lunch with newspaper folks and outed a covert CIA agent, Valerie Plame.  Why?  Her husband had written an op-ed for the NY Times on the non-existence of enriched uranium in Niger and the non-event of Iraq seeking it.  This administration, that can't stand bodily fluid stains, can go to bed drenched in the blood of our combatants, and hug their lost limbs in their sleep as if they were Teddy Bears.

Who told Libby to out Valerie Plame?  I read once while he was being prosecuted it had been Mr. Simpático-Nice himself. The bald one.

I know it's hard to keep track of this story.  It starts with Joseph Wilson's statement on no uranium im Niger, in an op-ed for the NY Times, exactly on July 6, 2003.  Mr. W. Bush had said those seventeen words in the State of the Union about weapons of mass destruction, and the USA invaded Iraq. Mission not accomplished, Mr.Libby outs Valerie Plame, Joseph Wilson's wife and a CIA knock.

Judy Miller, at the time a NY Times journalist, goes to jail so heroically to defend the identity of her source regarding the CIA agent.  Later we find out it was Mr.Libby.  Later a number of journalists parade at Libby's trial.

Finally, in 2007, Libby gets his sentence commutted, treason committed was a nothing.  And this administration comes after...Bill Clinton!

Woah!  Are there stains yet to clean in the Oval Office from the Bill Clinton days?
 

Jesus had no problems being crucified next to two thieves.

The traitor hanged.



 

Do You Have a Crush on Obama, Too?

Maybe someone remembers the chick singing and grinding to the power of her lipgloss (was it organic?)  I must thank Freaky Deaky for that find.

And now I must thank Swanksalot in Chicago, who has kept close tabs on Barack Obama's politics on environment, especially, for this find.
His campaign denies having anything to do with it.  They denied having anything to do with the 1984/Hillary video, which did originate from one dude in Obama's campaign.

Here's with you, Crush on Obama. Courtesy of B12 Partners. No lipgloss for these below ;P))

SICKO -Healthcare Suck'o Big Time

Michael Moore for once is right.  We are SICKO in a health care system that sucks-o.Last night I posted an imbedded link of cellulitis.  This morning I get a call from the dumb-o receptionist of the GP to the stars.  He hits you with a bill so high you see stars.  The girl shouldn't be in an office of such an expensivo doctor.  I know how receptionists in five-star doctor's offices operate: very personal, very friendly, catering to your every need.  Same as expensive Rodeo Drive stores: water? Evian? Pelegrino with a twist of lemon?  No sh**, Sherlock. It's just like that, even if you don't look rich in your bermudas, Green Day T-shirt and sneakers. I would say the chick in Dr. Five Star had a verbal aptitude of a fourth grader learning English as a second language speaking with a losangelino accent. F'r shure.
She had told me yesterday he didn't take insurance(we pay over 700 bucks /month insurance combined.)  She calls twice to relay the same information. This time she adds,

Since you already have done bloodwork, a physical will be a thousand dollars.  With more tests it could be a thousand five.  Do you want to keep the appointment?

Wench, I want to keep my house, not to spend a mortgage's worth to keep a doctor. My husband keeps me.  I call her a few minutes later saying my husband nixed the expense.  He would've anyway. He's French, radin, they are so  bad.
So I go to the shrink.  I asked him for copies of my records.  He says there are services that will copy them.  For me to call.

Uh-huh, so?

They are common, they work for lawyers and doctors all the time.

I say he is a doctor and he should get it done and charge me or I could bring my copier in.  People just get spacious, slang in Rio for those who try to do the least and have you do the most for them. Just because. My shrink and I are like an old-time marriage with the minus he made two children, and the boy has to get Bar Mitzvah'd even if my doctor is a Buddhist. A Bar Mitzvah costs about 50 K in posh Pacific Palisades.  The richer folk, like Spielberg, go to a temple in Beverly Hill, not to the Pac Pal one.
From there, my husband brings me to my GP, the one with the really bad-ass 'tude nurse.  She's Persian.  It's too bad I know only niceties in Farsi, and the one profane Arabic expression I know is too heavy, ibn Kelllp.(son of a bitch.)
Doc confirmed my suspicions.  Cellulitis, both legs, keep them up, increase diuretics, start antibiotics.  Increase intake of minerals.  Increase dose of Glucophage©.  My A1C relates to how well the pancreas produces insulin. It has gone way too high over the years.  Reduce stress, hahahahha. Joke of the day.  Come back Friday.
What I can tell you, my friends, is that the same way the sun can shine up a monkey's arse, bad genes can make for many clouds pouring fire and brimstone on my head. And I ain't got no hat.
Hey, everyone wants to go to heaven; nobody wants to die.  I would strongly suggest a visit to Freaky Deaky's blog.  The latest posts were super.  Leave a note, please.  One was on Father's Day; the other is a review of this Silver Surfer movie and the Fab Four. Silver Surfer rocks.

Finally, congrats to Lula for allowing Apple into Brazil so the best computer in the world is cheaper there.  Congrats to YouTube for having a channel for Brazil only.  Does that mean I can't watch putaria anymore?

Whats the matter with you, fool? Just type http://www.youtube.com.br

Don't feel sorry for me.  I'll always have Paris :P  And Ipanema, NYC and California. Memories.  Jean-Paul Sartre said hell is the others. I say to hell with others.  Not you, dear reader.  As the Bard said, "All's well that ends well."  We go to the French restaurant, to have salad, what else, Santa Monica water, 100% free, and the Moroccan waiter confirms there are over 100 words for God in Arabic.

Too Much Information? Ron Paul; the Meme Hype

( I read the news today, oh boy, sang the Beatles.  We are losing millions of dollars in crops that aren't generated because our bees are leaving, gone, went out to buy cigarettes.)  One of the reasons I strongly oppose fake Ron Paul. Our environment. Read on, please.

Yesterday I posted hastily a link from excellent Velvet Howler. It is one of the very few blogs that can see what is happening simply because A) America needs a Savior before the end of days. B) America has the attention span of a mosquito perusing the feces of a cowboy's horse. C) We are getting f*kd economically and we know it.
Hello! It's not the student grants, it's not health plans, it's not HUD.  It's the GOP. Ron Paul's party whenever he's dancing a flip-flop swing.  Even Bush Daddy called Reagan's planning voodoo economics.  I can bring out my  Bush Daddy and Quayle quotes.

Here is what the Democratic Party has to say:

Democrats.org has a post called "Biography: Ron Paul" that's worth checking out...

 

Paul is making his second run for president, having run (against Bush Sr.) as the Libertarian Party nominee in 1988. He became involved in politics because of his distress over Nixon's decision to abandon the gold standard, and served four terms in the House in late 1970s and early 80s before losing a Senate primary to Phil Gramm in 1984.

Don't you stop and ask yourself where you'll find health insurance the day the government says Adiós to you ?  Why isn't his platform about fighting BIG PHARMA ?
Ask yourself how your child will go to school without loans?  Why doesn't he fight against the exorbitant tuitions in America?  Or pay for the kids to study in France, Germany, they are our friends now, aren't they?

Ron Paul voted:
--  In 2001 Against fuel efficiency for SUVs.  Sounds like I  <3  OIL.
-- In 2003  For partial birth ban even if mother's life is at risk.
-- In 2004  Against a plan for stricter fiscal discipline.
-- In 2005 Against a plan for a Balanced Budget (like what we had in Clinton_Gore days) and Protection for Social Security.
-- In 2006  Cut of benefits for veterans, he was in a group of 88 out of 435 congress people.

He has been against the war. Not for humane reasons.  Simply because his ideology is libertarian.  What that means is simple: he has money to induce the viral campaign for him.  The State is cumbersome to him. 
Now You, my dear friend, living from paycheck to paycheck, for circumstances beyond your control, are you so dense not to see the fortune necessary to pretend you are an underdog in the Republican Party?

If being tr00 really matters to you, vote for Dennis Kucinich. At least he is a Democratic candidate who isn't flip-flopping and he is tr00.
I do support Billary. At the moment I want to help stop the hype for an undeserving politician.  Music?  Sure, just click to hear the Pretenders.
How fitting, huh?

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I Don't Buy the Ron Paul Hype --Here's Why

I found this link from blog Velvet Howler.

If you click on Ron Paul, here, you'll catch our drift.  I say OUR because I agree with Velvet Howler 300%. A guy who was around when Bush was governor of TX and now is against the administration seems suspicious to me.  A guy with the blogosphere goo-goo-da-da about him, including Bill Maher, looks doubly suspicious. MySpace site? Oh, puleaze, Louise.  I will never go into MySpace again.  There is no privacy.  Non-stop soliciting.

He still is a Republican.  If he is so adamantly against all this crapola, why doesn't he fly solo?  At least Nader went for a third party. This guy wants everything, to be in the GOP, wow peoplw thru superficial bloggers and superficial TV folks, o'really!

That's how Reagan got elected and W.  Doesn't anybody ever learn?

Please click on the one link that makes a difference.

Thanks.

This link is optional.  If I knew about all this, which ocurred during a GOP administration, and I am not a politician, what did Mr. Ron Paul do?
Don't open this link if you are adverse to graphic violence.

Blood Wars

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Ron Paul - O'Really?

In year 2000 Ralph Nader ran for president.  A whole bunch of celebs supported the so-called Green Party candidate.  All power to the Green Party. Was Nader for the Green Party?

We all know the end result. Florida, butterfly ballot , a movie by Michael Moore, a decision by the Supremes, George Walker Bush sworn in on January 21, 2001.  It was a rainy day.  Drizzle on America.

That was when the sworn-in "There's no difference between the parties" pulled its sleeves to go to work. Meaning, to show there is a difference between the GOP and the Democratic Party.

For quite a few years I voted for other parties here in the USA.  I wouldn't have voted for Nader.  Great advocate for consumers.  Lousy debater.  Furthermore, as Eddie Murphy says in Raw or Delirious, "What have you done for me lately?"

The "man just like us" starts his day with half an hour of Christian prayer. NOt in his private quarters.  In the White House meeting. That's hard work.  Separation between Religion and State anybody?

Then he was fond of napping.  So am I.  When I was an active educator I didn't nap. I don't recall "napping" having become part of government policy in "No Child's Behind Left."

The "man I'd like to have a beer with" gave California the finger on January 20, 2001, frontpage news of the  Los Angeles Times, long forgotten.

"California's energy crisis is California's problem to solve."  Our problem was called ENRON.  Donkeys don't forget.

The "misunderestimated" president leaves bus