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| 10.29.04 (6:39 am) |
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I am jittering around these days like I've got a wide open caffiene drip attached to my arm. I am trying not to watch any news, 'news' or info-tainment about this election. I can't stand it. I actually fantasize about Kerry winning the thing.
I can't decide whether to go to a party or to take a big tranquilizer and go to bed. I'm afraid I will jinx it if I stay up and watch. I also don't really believe it'll be over on Tues. night.
I think Weds. morning will bring lawsuits, not a president.
I think it's likely that the voting will be so fucked we'll have a do-over. It's possible, people. A do-over. Hunh. How weird would that be? Really, really weird, that's how weird.
I'm leaning toward the big tranquilizer. I'll probably be so jacked up that it'll only take the edge off.
Lord, I simply abhor Bush. I am often surprised at how much he and his ilk make me feel like puking. There are so many, many reasons to hate his policies here and around the world. It's difficult to decide what the main reasons are, because in this case, the whole is so overwhelmingly awful, that breaking it down into its component parts becomes even MORE overwhelmingly awful. Makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and die.
I can, however, for all 2 of you who might read this, at least try.
Here is MY biggest reason to get rid of Bush:
WOMEN'S RIGHTS.
For today, the women of this Nation still retain the liberty to control their destinies. But the signs are evident and very ominous, and a chill wind blows.
-Justice Harry Blackmun, Webster v. Reproductive Health Services, 1989. The backlash I usually get on this topic flows from some twisted idea that now that women are 'allowed' to be doctors, lawyers, executives, etc., there is equality and are treated the same as men.
Well, all you women who believe that shit are doing exactly what the neo-cons want--you're easing up. You're getting complacent. You're not paying attention to what's going on right in front of your face.
The late-term abortion ban is just the most obvious brick in the wall going up around us. Yeah, I'm pro-choice. And that's it--pro-CHOICE. If you don't want an abortion, don't have one. Get it? GET IT?!? You have a CHOICE to NOT have one. That's all there is to it. You don't want your daughter having an abortion? Then teach her how to avoid getting pregnant in the first place until she's good and ready to be a mother. There's some seriously fucked up, naive, stupid notion that outlawing abortion will stop unwanted pregnancies and/or premarital sex. That is just so obviously wrong and pathetically naive on its face I can't even stand it. People who think that are stupid. STUPID.
Yeah, I said it--if you think outlawing abortion will stop unwanted pregnancies and/or premarital sex, you are STUPID.
The abortion battle raging in this country is NOT about the fetus. It's not. It's about a woman's right to control what happens to her body. Look. Bush and those of his ilk are using this issue to erode MY right to make medical decisions about my body with my doctor. This is not a problem for men. Neo-cons and anti-choice folks aren't lining up to interfere with your penis or your sperm. They're lining up to interfere with my ovaries and my uterus.
This crusade to take over women's bodies is one of the crudest, most offensive, repressive, and vile movements in the history of American life. It is NOT about children. How can I say that? Here's how: because none of the anti-choice groups, and none of the Bushies give a flying fuck about the kid after it's born. Especially if it's not a white kid with a high probability of growing up to be a neo-con, anti-choice white man.
The anti-choice brigade is only concerned about the fetus while it's inside the woman. It is not concerned with the mother's mental or physical health. There is NO EXCEPTION in this law for the mother's health. NONE. That's right. If your pregnancy is endangering your life, and you are likely to die, you are NOT ALLOWED TO LIVE. It would be illegal for you to survive.
Second, the procedure is so poorly defined doctors can't really tell if they would break the law in any given situation. It's becoming more and more common that women who miscarry late in pregnancy are forced to give birth to a dead baby because a doctor might find himself in jail for sparing her the mental anguish and physical dangers associated with laboring to deliver a dead baby. So if you find yourself in the tragic position of miscarrying your late-term child, you're going to give birth to it. Period. Even if it kills you.
This president and his anti-choice cronies want to hijack our bodies and enslave us to pregnancy, period. You WILL HAVE THAT BABY.
Even if it kills you.
What's next?
I actually asking--what's next? If Bush and the neo-cons aren't tossed out on their ample asses, it's going to be very, very hard to arrest that kind of momentum. Bush and rest of those selfish assholes are restricting access to birth control information all over the world. And, because women's overall health is so tied to our reproductive health, funds that provided disadvantaged women with basic reproductive health care not associated with pregnancy at ALL are being cut off.
We will die--one way or the other--for this 'cause.'
I would note that the administration's decisions to cut off family planning aid here and around the world because abortion is discussed as an option has actually caused abortion rates to rise because women can't get birth control. Nice. Really nice.
So now that this group of manaical control freaks are violating my human and civil rights with their plot to take over my body--what's next? Well, I expect they will start trying to restict birth control options and continue to return women to the dark ages. They don't want women to know or embrace our sexuality or even understand our biology.
Sex is dirty. Sex is bad. If you get pregnant, it's because you're bad.
We're being marginalized and enslaved.
Read The Handmaid's Tale.
So THAT'S why Bush has got to go. I don't see the purity, the beauty, or the necessity to trade in my rights so that they can have their 'culture of life' with respect to my womb.
Some fucking culture of life, though, yeah?
*thousands dead in Iraq *millions without the ability to see a doctor in the United States--
Oh, that reminds me--did you know that there are federal rules making fetuses eligible for free/low cost prenatal care, but THE WOMAN CARRYING THE FETUS IS EXCLUDED? What the fuck, people. What the fuck.
*hundreds of wrongly convicted men and women have been sprung from death rows around the US. How many innocent people has our country murdered? How many did Bush murder as gov. of Texas? Nice culture of life. *millions children in the US receive substandard educatio ns in this country, and Bush underfunds his own mandate.
This 'culture of life' is a load of bullshit. Horseshit. Dogshit.
Lies. Manipulations. Fallacies. Smoke and mirrors.
They want us in 'our place,' ladies. Seen, not heard. Chattel. It's just easier for them all that way. Good, evil. Black, white. Man, woman.
A place for everything and everything in its place.
I'll find my own place, thank you. I don't need your help, and I won't be your property, your pawn or your devil.
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| Curses Reverses! |
| 10.28.04 (8:35 am) |
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YAY! Red Sox win! If the Sox can beat the Curse of the Bambino, then ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!
That's all I got time for today.
Over and out.
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| At last some good news! |
| 10.27.04 (5:13 am) |
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Front page, above the fold, big picture of Ariel Sharon--the Knesset approved the plan to pull settlers out of Gaza! Yay!
Disclosure--I am Jewish, I have a vested interest in Israel and its survival, and I wholeheartedly support the withdrawal from Gaza, and I hope there will be at least some redistribution on the West Bank. It's the right thing to do.
I know there are people who will think that this is bowing to terrorism and showing the 'evildoers' that terrorism works. You go ahead and think that. You're wrong. And this should have happened long ago. It might have if some extremist settler nutjob hadn't murdered Rabin in '95.
I think this move is going to help Israel in the eyes of the world, and perhaps generate some moral authority as well. We'll see.
In the meantime, Dubya and his crew somehow lost 380 tons of explosives in Iraq. The excuses are pathetic--"we were ahead of schedule," "it might not even have been there." I notice that these excuses they're tossing around are rather similar to the reasons the anti-war/pro-diplomacy gave--and continue to give--for holding off on the war in the first place.
Convenient.
Have you noticed that Dick Cheney looks like Lex Luthor? Dubya is kind of like that creepy dumb scarecrow thing--LeGree? Was that his name in the cartoons? I think it might have been. Of course, that's so perfect because Simon LeGree was the horrible slave owner in 'Uncle Tom's Cabin.' Thpppt on Dubya. That's what.
So, basically, this election boils down to this:
Do you want the Legion of Doom running the joint or would you prefer the Justice League?
I'm going for the Justice League.
5 days to go!
On the bad news side, there are huuuuuuuge problems with the voting in Florida. Surprise! Yeah, that's a shocker. Not.
Anyway, the Chicago Tribune had a great article about it today, noting the following disturbing facts:
1. Lines are so slow at these new touch-screen machines that "only six votes per hour are being cast in parts of South Florida." 2. Perhaps as many as 60,000 absentee ballots in Broward County, Fla. are unaccounted for. 3. Reporters from the Miami Herald monitored the pace of the lines at 14 of these touch screen voiting machines in 3 separate South Florida counties. According to their calculations, the things are so slow that in 12 hours, only 71 votes could be cast.
**All of the above AND MORE appear in Jeff Zelany's article "Early Voting in Florida Gives Cause for Concern," Chicago Tribune, Oct. 27, 2004. You can find the entire article at the Tribune's website by clicking here--> http://www.chicagotribune.com" title="http://www.chicagotribune.com" target="_blank"http://www.chicagotribune.com.... It's free, but you have to register.
The absolute BEST, BEST part of the article--and this is a direct quote:
"Gov. Jeb Bush ordered election supervisors to "preserve order at the polls" after episodes of voter harassment arose and some workers threatened to abandon their posts when an aide was nearly choked by an angry partisan who grabbed the identification badge around her neck." Id., emphasis, mine.
Holy crap! That is so awesome! I think that's just awesome. I wanna VOTE goddammit, and you, poll worker, are screwing this all up! C'mere! I'll give you a hanging chad you &^#$(@**#&$^& !!!
Right on.
Like I said--5 days to go.
Then the litigation begins! Whee!
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| It's like Christmas...and yet, not so much |
| 10.25.04 (10:45 am) |
Point: Bush is warning of terror attacks around election day. Convenient.
Counterpoint: Bush says we can't be completely safe.
Go to Google News. It's remarkable.
Also, this Wolves ad the Bushies are running. That's right. If you don't vote for Bush, wolves are going to eat you. Better be careful. What about lions and tigers and bears? Are the wolves representing terrorists or are the wolves representing liberals? Do people actually believe this shit?
Now I have this weird Little-Red-Riding-Hood vision...eesh.
It should be crytal clear by now that the neo-conservative, theocratic, fear-mongering nutjobs are trying to scare you into voting for Bush.
Ok. If you vote for Bush because you are scared, then you haven't been paying attention to the lies, lies, lies and more lies these assholes are feeding us. They lie about everything--especially the scary stuff. LIES.
I'm on pins and needles with this election. I am so jumpy inside I feel like I might just burst into tears. It reminds me of the countdown to Xmas when I was little. Just couldn't STAND the wait the last 8 days or so. The thing is, I'm not excited about what I'll be getting--I'm excited to see what happens--maybe Kerry will take it in a landslide...Oh wouldn't that be so wonderful? I get a warm feeling just thinking about it.
But, I think this is going to be another Litigation Presidency.
I was talking with my friend yesterday about all...that. She pointed out what a fine example these guys are setting. ALready there are lawsuits on file in various states. Litigation as a means to resolve the election is the ultimate in sore-loser-dom. Unless, of course, the count is so close that hi-jinks by one party or the other could swing the whole thing. Then litigation is ok. And jail. I think Katherine Harris and Co.--perpetrators of the 2000 debacle--should be in jail. Bastards and assholes. All of them.
I think the fact that both sides have lawyers lined up and ready to go points out the horribly decrepit state of our election systems, the need to federalize Federal elections, and the gaping, gaping holes through which parties can drive Mack trucks of voting irregularities with --for the most part-- impunity.
That's just freaking WRONG.
I live in Illinois. My state has been ceded to the Dems. Which is FINE by me. Really. I can't imagine how awful it is to live in a Red State. That's just gotta blow. Anyway. I can honestly say that, up until last night, I had not seen a campaign ad for Bush or Kerry unless it was part of some 'news' story (a la the Swift Boat Veterans crap). If someone watched only the commercials (no news, etc.) on my television, you would not know a presidential campaign is being waged.
Yet, if you went 90 miles north to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, you'd be barraged with the ads. So, basically, I'm taken for granted. Which is fine. But you know, it would be nice if my candidate--Kerry, in case you hadn't guessed--could at least STOP BY for an afternoon and pump us all up a bit.
I'm just saying.
I also "just say" that Colorado's got the right idea--don't give all the electoral votes to the winner of a plurality/majority. APPORTION the electoral votes. You get 30% of the vote, you get 30% of the electors. Period. That short circuits this Electoral College bullshit, gives voters the power and short circuits much of the sore loser litigation.
Just saying.
8 days...
Hopefully it's 8 days to a new beginning.
If it turns out it's 8 days til more of the same, then hold on to your hats, kids. It's gonna be a bad, bad ride.
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| And there it is |
| 10.22.04 (3:36 pm) |
On ifilm.com you can watch Jon Stewart's recap of his Crossfire appearance. Very funny. He's still my secret boyfriend.
This week has totally and completely sucked. Here's how it started:
Monday--I stop at Starbuck's on the way to my train (it's the Metra, not the El, so it's on a schedule and if I miss it I'm screeeeewed). For some reason, it takes 20 minutes to make a goddam latte. So then I have to run to the train. Running is awful. I hate running and I hate running with coffee. I make the train. Monday night, I get on the train to go home. It stops between stations because someone either committed suicide or tried to beat the train or something as utterly STUPID. I sit on the train from 5:30 until about 7, 7:15. We can't get off. Because we're between stations. And, you know, if we got off, we might get hit by a train. This could not happen, though, because NO TRAINS ARE MOVING. We are waiting for the coroner (that's what the conductor's radio said, anyway). And then I guess they hose things off. Finally, at 7:15 or so, we pull into Highland Park (reverse commute for me--live in Chicago, work in the burbs) and there are supposed to be shuttle buses. To take us to a train somewhere. Who knows. Didn't matter. No fucking buses. A lone bus pulls up--a bus with a regular daily route from Highland Park Metra station south to Evanston/Davis St. Everyone runs to the bus. Bus driver tries to make people pay the fare. There is shouting and swearing. We jam into the bus. If that bus flipped upside down, none of us would fall. We were so tightly packed that we would simply have hung there. I got home at 9:15. I usually get home at 6. The rest of the week, I thought everyday was Friday. So really, this has been more like a month than a week.
I would like to offer thanks to TPTB that I don't live in a swing state. I'm really sorry for all you Pennsylvanians, Ohioans, Wisconsinites, Floridians...well, not the Floridians so much. Swing-staters---I commend you for even thinking about voting after everything you've been through. I think I'd probably just say screw it after the onslaught, stay home on Nov. 2 and look forward to a day without political smear campaigns.
I think that I would like to buy a house. In Ireland. Near the sea. And telecommute to my job. From a pub. A pub with Guinness.
I'm thinking I need to get the hell out of this country. It's going all Christian and shit. No fun, no rights, no nuthin. Just Jesus. 24-7-365 with the Jesus.
Here's the deal--leave me alone. I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in Satan/the Devil, I don't really believe in God all that much. I just want to be left alone in my heretical-apostatic state. I don't need anyone else deciding what's good for me. I don't need anyone else telling me which side God is on, and since I'm not a big God person, I'm a frickin terrorist or something. I'm just tired. Tired of feeling like I have to fight everyone for the right to NOT CARE ABOUT GOD. GOD CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM/HER SELF. Really. Doesn't need our help, that's sure. And everytime we need God's help, we pretty much shit on it anyway.
Sorry. I'm really crabby today, and there was a God Squad at my train station. Ugh. Hate God Squads. HATE.
Not very Christian of me, is it? Heh.
The Obama-Keyes debate was startling for that very reason. I'll link to some good articles tomorrow. But one exchange that was seriously freaky occurred where Keyes (Alan Keyes is a stone cold raving nutjob) said that Jesus wouldn't vote for Obama.
Um, right. WTF? First, Jesus CAN'T vote. Second, if there is a Jesus, I am pretty sure he wouldn't be about picking sides. Third, if there is a Jesus, and God is his dad, they would be smiting your ass, Keyes, like there's no tomorrow. And, assuming for the moment that either or both of them has the power society attributes to them, they could individually or collectively, make sure YOU never saw tomorrow.
Perhaps I have just stumbled on the proof for the absence of a god. Alan Keyes continues to spread his vile message with impunity. I so hate Keyes.
I hate Keyes, I hate smug neo-cons who think God cares about them more than anyone else. I hate people who think that God actually picks sides. God doesn't care.
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| ...the greatest of these is hope... |
| 10.21.04 (12:08 pm) |
Baseball Hope.
Red Sox beat the Yankees--sonuvabitch. Sure made my night. I even kind of like the Yanks, but it sure was great to see that series unfold. I pick St. Louis to meet the Sox at Fenway. Then, maybe next year, the Cubs will finally pull through. If the Sox can shake the Curse of the Bambino, surely the Cubs can brush off that old Goat, right? Right?!? Please say it can happen. If I was a prayin' type of girl, I'd pray for that. But I'm not. So I'll just cling to hope.
Fashion Hope.
What's up with the ponchos, people? Serious. What is up with the ponchos? I wore a poncho in 1st grade (1975) and they looked stupid then. Please stop wearing ponchos. Also, leg warmers. What the hell is the problem with everyone? They looked like crap in the 80's and they still look like crap. Everyone I see with those things on makes me think of jr. high school. I hope you all will not fall victim to these horrid, horrid "fashions." Resist. Do not dress like a rag bag fugitive from the 80's. You know why? Because you look like crap. You really do. And I laugh at you behind your back because you look stupid. Oh, those Flashdance cut-up sweatshirts/t-shirts--tho se are stupid too.
Student Loan Hope.
I would like to have hope--I hope to hope to pay off all my goddam student loans before I die. Ain't gonna happen, but I hope that I will have hope. I hope that some fine day, this country will learn to value learning, thinking and development of the mind.
There's a really interesting article in the newest issue of Harper's (actually there's about 4 great articles in that issue--you should get it) about idleness. One of the premises is that unless it amounts to something tangible or otherwise generates wealth, the activity is not valid as Americans understand it. Thus, learning for the sake of learning, for the expansion of you mind, is utterly valu-LESS because it doesn't result in anyTHING. The author points out that even high school activities only find value with respect to getting one's child into the right college. And that college is only valuble to the extent a degree from said college can be used to generate money for the holder. The author had a great way of putting it--I will find it and quote directly rather than paraphrase.
Anyway. I hope that this country will acknowledge and then try to stop this breakneck race to become functionally illiterate and utterly ignorant of anything that doesn't translate into a monetary value.
I can, however, put a price tag on my education--I can extrapolate the number of years it's going to take to pay it off. I can lay in bed at night and think about the house I could buy if I didn't have these loans. The 5 cars I could have if I didn't have these loans. Really, though, I think about the time I'd have--to be idle, to dream, to study, to play music, to stare at nothing, to watch people rush by in their ignorant and illiterate haste to buy a McMansion in the suburbs and then not have enough left over to furnish it.
I think that is the ultimate physical manifestation of how hopeless America really is--McMansions without furniture. One's empty, ignorant, illiterate life on display for all to see--a big empty house. A manifestation of how the house owns the person, and the mind is as echoingly empty as the house. Freudian. Or Jungian. Or whatever. I was a goddam theatre major. I don't know shit about those psychiatrists and their theories.
Political Hope.
I hope, hope, hope and HOOOOOOOOPE that John Kerry wins. Please vote for him. Please let us get off this highway to hell. Look, people. Even if Kerry does NOTHING while president, isn't that better than this race to destroy ourselves and the world? Why is it a bad thing to want to stop and get our bearings? It's just like getting off the subway in a new city. You kind of stand there for a few seconds (or minutes in my case) orienting yourself. This country needs to get off the subway and figure out just where it is.
Also, I would note that even Pat Robertson--that's right people, Pat "We Were Attacked On 9/11 Because Of Homosexuals and Abortions" Roberston--says he told Bush, the Evil Dark Lord, that Iraq would be a mess. And--here's a huge surprise--BUSH IGNORED HIM.
This is the situation. Pat-frickin'-Robertson thinks that Bush should actually LISTEN to somebody. Even though GOD told Bush Iraq was a good idea (according to Bush, anyway), and Pat really likes God alot-talks with Him frequently- Pat is ON THE RECORD saying that Bush didn't listen to PAT. Which could indicate that PAT doesn't think GW is doing such a great job as far as impementing the whole Jesus-type lifestyle. I dunno. Pat's not going to endorse Kerry. But that would be such a total smackdown.
You know, maybe God talks to Pat AFTER He talks to Bush, and is all "Pat, you gotta get over there and straighten GW out. He is not getting what I am telling him and that is really scaring Me. I will call Satan and find out what he might have to do with this while you go try and get that dumbass to pay attention to what I tell him. Meet you back at the church in an hour. Later."
C'mon people. Let's stick together here and change conductors. Let's put Kerry in the driver's seat and let's just stop for a minute and figure out where the hell we are. Probably pretty close to hell, but there's still time to turn this car around.
HOPE!!!!! It never dies. Well that's what they say. I think sometimes reality just kills it off, and when you keep hoping for something that frankly, just ain't going to happen, then you're kind of weird.
So Political Hope for the election of Kerry is alive through at least Nov. 2. Longer depending on the lawsuits filed Nov. 3d.
Over and out.
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| Jon Stewart is my secret boyfriend |
| 10.20.04 (1:00 pm) |
I love him. LOVE HIM. Jon Stewart is my ideal man. I almost can't stand how sexy he is... Right. I am delighted, tickled, brightened, elated, giddy and joyful due to Boyfriend Jon's smackdown of the insufferable Tucker Carlson. The best, best, BEST part of this whole melee is simply that Tucker and Paul and the rest of these (so aptly described) hacks don't seem to even realize that they have decamped from journalism to extreme inane-ity (yes, I'm making up words). The sad, sad fact is that The Daily Show has become the only political analysis show on television that actually ANALYZES POLITICS. Tucker and co. are the real pandering buttboys. Jon--I love you. You complete my world. Life before Jon Stewart was empty and vapid.
The real "fake journalism" dances across tv screens every night masquerading as serious commentary or discussion. It's not debate. It's not considered position vs. considered position. It IS just like pro-wrestling. Lots of posturing and shouting. Lots of strutting and preening.
And here's the kicker--the real pro-wrestlers are smarter, more self-aware, more realistic, more pragmatic, and in the end MORE HONEST than these fucked up wonks and politicos and empty-headed assbags.
It's utterly horrifying that the fucked-up wonks, politicos and empty-headed assbags have somehow convinced CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, NBC, ABC, CBS, etc. that we citizens of this country are so fucking stupid that we cannot understand or analyze or interpret the undending stream of bs from our candidates. Rather, we must be TOLD (by both sides, so it's fair--it's like a debate, see?) what the bs is, and how these stupid, ridiculous issues (the lump on Bush's back, Kerry's reference to Mary Cheney, Bush's complete fabrication of Kerry's Senate voting record, Kerry's faltering "I voted for/against" explanations) are WHAT REALLY MATTERS.
AND PEOPLE FALL FOR THIS CRAP. WE FALL FOR IT EVERY FUCKING DAY.
We ARE stupid. We ARE and adolescent country with uncontrollable impulses. We DO have a collective 7th grade mindset. Stupid. We'd rather wallow in gossip and innuendo and trash than face up to any truth. Want some truth?
You don't, I know. But here it is.
1. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You're GOING TO PAY FOR IT EVENTUALLY. If you get some free Twinkies or other crap food, it'll clog your arteries and make you fat. If your work provides lunch, you're not going to get a raise because they're paying for lunch.
2 If you make a mess and you don't clean it up, it gets worse. If you leave dishes in the sink, they mold and stink. If you don't scoop the cat box, it stinks and the cat poos on the floor and pees on your clothes.
3. Pretending that something is or isn't happening is NOT SPIN. IT'S LYING. LYING, LYING, LYING. Your mom used to wash out your mouth with soap, ground you, take away your toys or otherwise punish you for it. Now, we people who were punished and who punish our children for lying, not only tolerate it from politicians and the Tucker Carlson strain of human bacteria, we encourage it. Because someone is always rewarded--Bush, Newt, Neo-cons, cable networks, etc. WE LIKE LIARS, PEOPLE and THAT IS THE TRUTH.
Someday, no matter who walks away with the title on Nov. 2 (or 3rd...or sometime in February, god forbid), we will all pay for the past 4 years of pretending and avoiding and lying and ignoring. We WILL pay. Not the liars, mind you, because they will lie their way out. We will pay. Only a matter of time.
So, I'll keep sending all my hugs and kisses to Jon Stewart and continue making plans to be buried far, far away from these United States of America.
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| In case you were wondering. |
| 10.18.04 (5:31 pm) |
[i][u]Why did the chicken cross the road?[/u][/i]
[u]GEORGE W BUSH[/u] We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
[u]COLIN POWELL[/u] Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.
[u]HANS BLIX[/u] We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
[u]JOHN KERRY[/u] Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it!
[u]RALPH NADER[/u] The chicken's habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrial greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.
[u]PAT BUCHANAN[/u] To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
[u]RUSH LIMBAUGH[/u] I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I'll bet it was getting a government grant to cross the road, and I'll bet that somebody out there is already forming a support group to help chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this?!? How much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars. And when I say tax dollars, I'm talking about your money, money the government took from you to build a road for chickens to cross.
[u]MARTHA STEWART[/u] No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
[u]DR SEUSS[/u] Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, the reason why I've not been told.
[u]ERNEST HEMINGWAY[/u] To die in the rain. Alone. [u]MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR[/u] I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
[u]GRANDPA[/u] In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
[u]BARBARA WALTERS[/u] Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.
[u]JOHN LENNON[/u] Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together - in peace.
[u]ARISTOTLE[/u] It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
[u]KARL MARX[/u] It was an historic inevitability.
[u]CAPTAIN KIRK[/u] To boldly go where no chicken has ever gone before.
[u]SIGMUND FREUD[/u] The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
[u]BILL GATES[/u] I have just witnessed eChicken2003, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken.
[u]ALBERT EINSTEIN[/u] Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
[u]BILL CLINTON[/u] I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?
[u]ALGORE[/u] I invented the chicken!
[u]COLONEL SANDERS[/u] Did I miss one?
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| What's in a name? I'll tell you what's in a name... |
| 10.18.04 (12:54 pm) |
It astounds me that men cannot grasp that a woman with an established life and career might not WANT to change her name when she gets married.
I've decided it's because men aren’t faced with that particular problem.
I remember when I changed my name after I got married—and changed it right back after I got divorced. I think the whole struggle over my last name might actually have been the beginning of the end of the marriage.
I changed my name and I felt like I lost myself. The person I'd been for the last 30 years, and suddenly, I didn’t exist anymore. Talk about an identity crisis. I didn’t feel anything but awful when I did it. I didn't feel all giddy/excited/happy/glad to start a new life. I felt like I'd been erased.
I shouldn’t have taken his name. I really think that was the first nail in the coffin of my marriage. I felt that I ceased to exist in a fundamental way--I mean, my NAME was gone. I just felt awful. I felt possessed as if I were property---chattel. Like I wasn’t entitled to be a independent thinking person. I became the property of someone else—“his wife.”
I never liked identifying myself as someone’s wife, or having others identify me as "his wife." I hated when I had to bust in after being introduced as "his/my wife" and say "And my name is Stephanie." Like "Come meet the dog!" Come on, you know? I have a name. Really I do.
I had an aversion to identifying him as “my husband.” I felt terribly odd about it. It was so…medieval or something. Just not right. Not right at all. I didn't own him. He wasn't a possession.
I struggled and struggled and we fought and fought before the wedding, and even after about this name thing. I thought I was making too big a deal about it, that I was weird and abnormal for feeling that way. I thought I was a freak, but turns out lots of women feel this way.
I'm thinking about this because I've got a couple weddings coming up, and I always worry that the bride hasn't given this much thought. She SHOULD. Because it's much more traumatic that you'd expect. Especially for those of us who have claimed our names and built our professional lives around them.
And men just don't understand it--because it's not something they'll ever have to do, or are ever expected to do. So, bullshit on that. Keep your names, girls. Don't give it up if you don't want to. It's who you ARE.
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| Firsts |
| 10.15.04 (3:37 pm) |
Here goes! Fall colors are out and look delightful against the morning skies although for some reason, allergies are acting up this year and I don't know why. All my friends are having babies and they all have this compulsion to describe their labor and delivery experiences to me.
I'm not talking about the "It was 43 hours, and finally I asked for the drugs" stories, I'm talking about the "then I felt this tearing sensation, and when my husband looked...[followed by revolting description of something or other] stories.
I don't want kids. Just don't. I'm all about me and what I want to do--I freely admit this. I suspect it is much better to admit that sort of thing than to take a big risk, have a kid and then resent it for every second of my remaining natural life.
Anyway.
Graphic and gory labor and delivery stories are disgusting and I am grossed out by them. Completely grossed out. I wind up putting my hands over my ears and yelling "Shutupshutupshutupshutup !! EEEEEWWW!!"
I do NOT understand why ANYONE would VOLUNTARILY do that to themselves. Seriously. What the hell is up with that shit? And WHY do you have to tell me about things that are left hanging where things should not hang? WHY?
I suppose it's necessary for the perpetuation of the species and all. And I'm glad my mother went through it, but please, PLEASE all you new mothers out there--STOP WITH THE GROSS-OUT 'FEAR FACTOR' LABOR SAGAS! Just please, please stop. Unless someone asks for the gross version, stick with the generic "It was long and hard, and I was in pain, but here s/he is now!" version. (One of my friends who's a very new mom has a good way of telling the story--she knows who she is, because I didn't start screaming "EW!EW!EW!")
I believe my allergies this year may be to prolonged exposure to GWBush. I believe that he and his ilk are evil and are tools of the Dark Lord. I swear, this year it just feels like some Lord of the Rings-esque struggle for the future of Middle Earth is in full swing. I am afraid that Bush has the Ring. I have come up with a sign for my street-facing window in the event that the forces of evil prevail on Nov. 2-- FRODO FAILED BUSH HAS THE RING
I saw a great sign in someone's window from the El the other day: HE IS NOT THE PRESIDENT OF ME! I like that.
I have a button that says: The last time someone listened to a bush, folks wandered in the desert for 40 years.
Since I cannot fathom why someone would willingly vote for the Moron-in-Chief, I am left to conclude that the people who are planning to vote for him are (1) stupid (2) lazy (3) afraid to think for themselves (4) stupid (5) all of the above. I am very afraid for the future of this country, and for the world, really, if these jackoffs stay in office... Ok. I have to do some work now.
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