I'm sitting here at twenty past five in the morning and I am completely wired. I have consumed no coffee today... no caffeine at all. I am fueled by anger and thought. I had neglected to turn the television on today until very late. I ended up watching a program about Castro. I watched a program that was about the crash of Air Florida flight 90 in 1982 and the rescue of five people from the icy Potomac. It was a program that was about the inherent decency and compassion that is so hard to find in people these days. I saw some amazing camera work, one shot was of a woman who somehow managed to get pulled out and was in severe shock. She had the worst, the most wretched look that I have ever seen on her face. Then I was flipping channels and ended up on VH1 on the '25 best revolution songs' or something like that show. Kind of pathetic, really, being how it was on VH1, but they made a big deal of it and how it was commercial free, sponsored by some huge corporation. Perhaps there is some irony in that- that the show that mentions how 'This Land Is Your Land' is one of the greatest revolutionary songs ever, how it's about us owning America and not letting corporations or the rich or any group push us around, is "proudly sponsored" and made commercial- free by some multibillion dollar multinational corporation that is part of the ownership of this country and pushes people around on a daily basis. They even had Ann Coulter on. Oh, how cute.
I love seeing CCR's 'Fortunate Son' pushed around as ratings- seeking material.
But oh well, I watched it so I guess I'm as guilty as the next schmoe.
My sister crashed her car today. It's not bad. I could take a couple of days and fix it. I kind of want to, actually, because I know that my poor parents are going to get stuck with the bill to fix it which would probably be in the ballpark of $1000, and that's just not right. They already paid $400 for a new bumper for her car just a month or so ago. Apparently her old bumper was ripped off when a shopping cart hit her car. She didn't hit the cart. It hit her... Yeah. I remember when I used to run into shopping carts going like 30+ miles an hour and it did little to my car. But oh well... I just hope they don't let her take them for a ride again. It would make me sad. I know that my stepdad has essentially stopped trying to say anything to her. She thinks he is the devil incarnate or something. My mother gives in too easily, and then kind of gets my poor stepdad to do it too. I think he has stopped trying to stand up, and he just forks out the money when it's needed. It's so bad. I wonder what my sister will do when it is time to face reality. I personally think that she needs a cold, cruel punch in the teeth sometime to wake her up, but I don't even know if that would do her any good. She'll be graduating high school next year. I hope that she realizes by then that tantrums get you nowhere in life, and neither does being a whiny bitch who has to get her way. I do know that getting in a car accident has done nothing for her. She's probably whining at my mom right now, trying to get mom to give her the car so she can drive to school.
Perhaps I'll go over there now and giver her the cold, cruel fist of love.
oh, I also made this kind of silly shirt.
It's true.
Let me also take this opportunity to say, fuck you Bush, fuck you Reagan (and no, you weren't the best president ever), but also fuck you Daschle and fuck you Gephardt as well. And fuck you to all the other fat pocket Republicans that operate by corporate remote control and the will of the Christian right. And fuck you to all the other Democrats who just whine about things, instead of actually taking real action and standing up for what they believe in for fear of losing their incumbent seat. We, the people will effect real change only when we march on the capitol with pitchforks and spears and take over the government.
Would you fight, and perhaps die, fighting against something that so many others have bravely fought and died for, only because you are truly fighting for it?
Shit folks, it's 8.30am and I'm still up. I have to work today, at three I hope, and no earlier...
I love seeing CCR's 'Fortunate Son' pushed around as ratings- seeking material.
But oh well, I watched it so I guess I'm as guilty as the next schmoe.
My sister crashed her car today. It's not bad. I could take a couple of days and fix it. I kind of want to, actually, because I know that my poor parents are going to get stuck with the bill to fix it which would probably be in the ballpark of $1000, and that's just not right. They already paid $400 for a new bumper for her car just a month or so ago. Apparently her old bumper was ripped off when a shopping cart hit her car. She didn't hit the cart. It hit her... Yeah. I remember when I used to run into shopping carts going like 30+ miles an hour and it did little to my car. But oh well... I just hope they don't let her take them for a ride again. It would make me sad. I know that my stepdad has essentially stopped trying to say anything to her. She thinks he is the devil incarnate or something. My mother gives in too easily, and then kind of gets my poor stepdad to do it too. I think he has stopped trying to stand up, and he just forks out the money when it's needed. It's so bad. I wonder what my sister will do when it is time to face reality. I personally think that she needs a cold, cruel punch in the teeth sometime to wake her up, but I don't even know if that would do her any good. She'll be graduating high school next year. I hope that she realizes by then that tantrums get you nowhere in life, and neither does being a whiny bitch who has to get her way. I do know that getting in a car accident has done nothing for her. She's probably whining at my mom right now, trying to get mom to give her the car so she can drive to school.
Perhaps I'll go over there now and giver her the cold, cruel fist of love.
oh, I also made this kind of silly shirt.
It's true.
Let me also take this opportunity to say, fuck you Bush, fuck you Reagan (and no, you weren't the best president ever), but also fuck you Daschle and fuck you Gephardt as well. And fuck you to all the other fat pocket Republicans that operate by corporate remote control and the will of the Christian right. And fuck you to all the other Democrats who just whine about things, instead of actually taking real action and standing up for what they believe in for fear of losing their incumbent seat. We, the people will effect real change only when we march on the capitol with pitchforks and spears and take over the government.
Would you fight, and perhaps die, fighting against something that so many others have bravely fought and died for, only because you are truly fighting for it?
Shit folks, it's 8.30am and I'm still up. I have to work today, at three I hope, and no earlier...
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I mean, what better fuel for change, sex, hate, reality and/or imagination...... than that which has lead mankind from the darkened fear-filled confines of the caves!!!
Ok....... nice chattin with ya bra!