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A Freewill Manifesto

Carving inflection through my vernacular

May 31st, 2013

Mirror Mirror

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I shudder to remember a time when talking meant subtle introversion. Is that something we lost? I'm serious, is that something we have to contend with now. People so scared and paranoid that you're always weary that they're leering a little too close to the surface.
I haven't thought about it to be honest. Perhaps, that's part of your issue. It's a slant, and your perception can turn everything on it's side.
So you're saying that everyone collectively is still the same level of shallow as they were twenty-some years ago?
It's not about being shallow, everyone can be shallow. This is about seeing your own shallowness in other people, and how you deal with that.
It's that and it's little things like noticing how in order to converse openly with someone I need some sort of actual context unlike in my youth where "sharing the same vibration of existence" was enough to warrant starting a conversation with someone. There's a fear in people's eyes now that didn't use to be there.
It's the same amount of fear that's always been there, the difference is that you're more fearful now.
I'm denoting a pattern with you...
You know how these conversations about "society" usually goes: You start off by making a blanket statement about the world, and I make the same statement about you. It's a basic redirect, works with almost anything really.


November 21st, 2011

Off The Leash!

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As posted to my current writing journal, found at: http://audasticity.blogspot.com/

It's a rock & roll world for most people. They live fast, play loud, and (in the case of the recent era of the internet) will attempt to draw as much drama and attention to themselves as humanly possible regardless of just how good or negative the story lines are (see: Chris Brown, Rhianna, and modern pop music). The checkout line tabloid prattle now comes to us piped through fiber optic lines at speeds previously unthinkable just twenty years ago. It's hiding in our daily action planners right now, lurking inside our CNN news feeds, and playing tricks on us in hot button subject lines as we check our collective emails each day. At one point it happened, though and we hit the supermarket saturation point for tabloid content... and now you don't have to pay for a copy of who has 'the best and worst bikini bodies' or find out 'what celebrity is on the rocks this week.' Now those types of thought-provoking articles can come to us courtesy of free access email or a simple net browser... whether we want them to or not.

Overall this makes the creative marketplace fall prey to something it has been in danger of succumbing to since the advent of talkies; complete irrelevancy. Simply put, we've got more people on this planet than at any point in it's history... or as a roommate I once had use to put it... "you know the babes of those babes who are having babes of their own... (nods approvingly)... well those babes are having babes now." There's more people, and each one of those people has a corporate decimal point attached to them in terms of potential revenue. It's the ultimate irony that when you consider, as people, we have unlimited potential in terms of how we fill our lives with meaning and sustenance. This is an industry that's aim has been creating your needs and then fulfilling your wants based on those needs. It's all about what they're selling:
*you can't be beautiful if you don't have this...
*You need this product to be happy...
*This product will enable someone to accept for who you really are...
*Having this product will change your life...
*Using this product will help attract that perfect match.

It seems everything that they're selling you makes no mention about one glaring fact... that you, yourself cannot possibly overcome all these problems and issues alone. This creates a marketplace based on being better and more perfect in areas of aesthetics than it does fostering a place of inspired inner nourishment. We're ushering in a society of co-dependent offspring who more adept at creating an online persona than actually representing themselves with the sort of integrity. The culture inherently makes people less self reliant and more prone to going back again and again to their 'products.' An alarming amount is currently being directed at children. Like a pusher on a schoolyard playground, preying on the defenseless before they know any better. Speaking as a parent who's child's eyes go wide whenever the golden arches come in to view, when you start putting limits on your child's happiness based on a product or a brand, you're feeding the cycle.

It's not all bad, of course. There's plenty of positives to be found by a budding global-user-controlled marketplace. The ability to share globally self created content is at levels never before witnessed in the span of human history. This leads to a saturation of the market, meaning people have more options, more choices, and a more diverse marketplace with which to feast on a never-ending palette of potential. An artist dabbling in any sort of creative avenue can share it instantly with the world... if the world so chooses to tune in. Music went from being a dominated corporate fixture in the 90's to being all but non-existent in this new era. The corporations have had to branch out, with many labels now owning billboards, venues, and smaller record labels which they can give more of an 'indie' presence to... another brush of the market's brush in attempting to craft a product.

The internet has brought us all sorts of new categorically challenged celebrities, but it's also brought us a host of other options for being able to detach ourselves from the all the extracurricular hype. The marketplace use to be dominated by corporate selections, and if you were wanting current or modern music your choices were a lot of similar sounding bands unless you were brave enough to step into the world music genre... which is ironically where I found such names as Ani DiFranco and Keller Williams roughly in 1993. The landscape of music now is unprecedented, with limitless options and places to track down something new and unheard of to tap your foot to... and it's growing by the day.

So while the industry does as the industry has always done, we the people have to realize that the industry shapes itself around us. It may do so by trying to bend and shape us in it's own image, but the simple bottom line never changes... without people there is no industry. You can't round people off as decimal points, when in fact there is no one supporting your product. The internet has brought a quick turnaround time in terms of public opinion, and almost more importantly, the public's perception of that opinion. The way things currently sit, we're still learning to walk through our infancy. Now we've got mass protests in almost every major city being organized online in grassroots style campaigns, and likewise pro-corporate lobbyists in Washington are able to utilize the same tools.  

In the end, though it comes down to people and not buying power and interest rates that make up the grand design of artistic expression. The ideas will be there long after the money stops flowing. You can't have a corporate monopoly on the human act of expression. You can't charge for the air you breathe so long as they can tax you for the land under your feet. The lesson from life I've learned the most is that regardless of how things end up, it's the journey that truly matters the most. Looking at the journey inspired by the corporations, the end point is the bottom line... which is all that matters to them.

January 9th, 2011

(no subject)

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People are... just these little representations of our own lives reflected back... it's why the force which guides us to seek out others in those moments of loss or reckoning can be so strong... seeking a connection to self and the only likeness is a smattering of palettes in the shape of other people's faces and infections. My high school psych professor once said people are like road maps on the highways of existential identity... which sounded really good when you were 18 and Elliott Smith's discography was subtle after dinner listening music... but the older I get the more I see people lost or choosing something just to choose something... like careers, their love lives, or their choices in breakfast cereal bowls. The world is so lost to me... it's lost in things like God, money, and political redundancy. People looking for answers so they fill a void... they find God, or they choose a career in something that gives them meaning... sometimes they just have kids. This whole hyper-embellishment of the journey to sense of self... and people love trying to find the purpose in every little thing because it's a comfort, a joy, a small occasional bliss that we hope spreads across our lives like butter on toast. You have to make those moments, you have earn those means... and for me, God, money, and country just don't work... my splendor has to come from within... from the places more valuable than money, more potent and spiritual than any God ever conceived by dogma or doctrine, and more finite and constructive than any Government of any nation on this planet. 

There's something freeing, however, about standing in the middle of a crowded room with your arms outstretched all the while knowing that everyone is just as lost as you.  

December 12th, 2010

Mother Nature: Bring It!

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Blizzards are romantic, that's right, you heard me... romantic! 
It's layers and mutual clothing
it's long johns and wool socks
it's hot cocoa and Christmas cookies
it's Eskimo kisses and snowball fights
it's tradition... every era on Earth has had to deal with a blizzard

Viva La Renaissance!!!

May 26th, 2009

Fly... Flying... Flew

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Foster Beach
Chicago, IL

May 4th, 2009

Photos from Madison

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The Progressive 100th Anniversary Concert
Ani DiFranco 49
Group Photo 22 Group Photo 13 Group Photo 14 Ani DiFranco 53
Group Photo 23
Dar Williams 14 Dar Williams 7 Dar Williams 9 Melissa Ferrick 14
Hamell On Trial 6

March 25th, 2009

I don't know if I've posted this previous,
we're going to assume I haven't and quickly move on.
That album I put out in September of last year,
'Self Titled',
well you can listen to the whole thing online...
yes, for free
yes, you actually have to click the link to hear it
no, that's all you have to do and the album immediately begins playing
no, it's not compulsory... but certainly appreciated

Album Stream

March 24th, 2009

You know, THIS scares me a little...

March 6th, 2009

...and there was music

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You know that scene in Titanic...
when the boat is just crashing down,
DiCaprio is doing his best Pirates-of-Penzance impression,
and the musicians take up their instruments and play... as everything just goes to hell around them?
It's sort of what's going on around us,
in this whole big collapse of the global economy thing
I mean it seems people are tense
and they don't want to talk about, though... or read about it really
every time you turn around something else is blamed on it
if somehow the corner store is out of your favorite brand of vita-water
somehow, mystically the economy had something to do with it
but they're not quite ready to start huddling in malls just yet...
though I know there's a faction out there
a minority of the minority that is stocking guns and canned goods
the kind of folk who know how to use every part of an animal for something useful
and maybe when the whole financial system implodes
someone will buy Manhattan for the equivalent of $25 dollars in Target Gift Cards
When that happens, we end up smack dab in the middle of a precolonial America
there will some minor differences
We'll be wearing Macy's shopping bags on our skin
and use J Crew catalogs as siding for our huts...
but there will always be electric guitars
so long as the lights stay on, we'll have music
as long as the supermarket stays open we'll have food
as long as we have our cars... business as usual will continue to go on unfettered
until that nature is just nothing more than a burden
then all the pyromaniacs of Detroit City will overload themselves with butane content
and Burning Man will have finally come to the Midwest
but I don't fret...
so as long as we have cave walls we'll have art

January 20th, 2009

What he said...

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(from L)

January 19th, 2009

Freshly Squeezed...

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In honor of the late great Martin Luther King Jr

January 7th, 2009

Calligraphy in the Clouds

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The holidays have ended and once again the January Lull is upon us. It's always comforting when the snow falls in December, the lights on the trees in the downtown square aglow, the red and green assortments adorning the rows of street lamps and frond door windows, that festive glow about everyone regardless of relation or assumed postulation. No matter whether your Holiday dinner reads like an all day catered buffet at some international house of pancakes or clam chowder warmed by the glow of a microwave. When the temperatures dip down and the snow begins to fall there's a festive association that comes with it, a festive association that come January or February turns from festive cheer into something that resembles postpartum depression. There's something about the cold that makes you feel a tingle, and it's not the frostbite, it's generally the knowing that holiday songs and revelry are upon us, but being greeted by winter chills in a new year seems to sully the spirits a bit. Singing carols in December can inspire smiles from your fellow man, carols in January, however, can inspire an insipid destain. So the trees come down, The Menorahs goes out, and all the holiday decorations go back in their proverbial boxes and along with it those feelings of good tidings and magical interludes of celebration. I would hesitate to call this practice productive.

The focus in February is that March lay in waiting, and hopefully that first warm breeze where the morning dew doesn't frost over the car windows is upon us. It begins to rain on occasion instead of always dropping snow, and the exodus of weather slowly churns it's way into April with promises of milder outings. When looking through the first two months of the year, the holiday burnout, the slack jawed stares at financial statements, New Year's resolutions that go (in some cases) unfulfilled there's still a welcoming of a new year, a blank slate of material with which to ease our brushes onto. To make life anew. To turn all those old things that we seek to change or better in some way into conduits of inner personal evolution. We're all hoping in some way to play Houdini with the parts of ourselves that we dislike or impede upon others with. The end of any year always comes as such a hopeful time where romanticism and passions make dreamers of us all in hopes of realizing our full potentials in efforts to not waste this beautiful thing we call life. Something gets in the way, though. It's something we do to ourselves, something that causes us to stifle our voices. We dabble in heights so high during the festive times that we ride the coaster back down, and sometimes our mentalities go down with it.

January is the pause for reflection, the looking back on the past year as we quietly adapt ourselves to putting a new number at the end of everything. Just the act of writing a new date can be emotionally healing and extremely therapeutic. They say if you want change big things about yourself that you don't like that you have to start with little habits. It's the little things, like biting your nails, using too much hair spray, eating between meals... those are habits that lead us to changing the bigger wholes of our proverbial selves. We set our bars high for those new years resolutions, but going cold turkey in a land of instant gratification does not come without it's slippery slopes. The aftermath of the Holidays can propel us into a new year, but the lull can bring with it an earth shattering echo in the pit of our inner voice. There's no right way to get through the first few months of a new year. There's no book about the dummies guide to finding center that could ever really explain how to feel fulfilled with each passing moment. When you go from holiday travel plans and work parties to knowing that the next occasion to be commemorated is a Hallmark holiday you have to figure out what truly is special in your life. Holidays are dictated means of celebration to the masses, it's what we do with them personally that matters most. It's how we internalize the moment, how we reflect on our own lives that truly makes a holiday a worthwhile affair. You can spend it with loved ones or alone, but in either case the calls that beckon to us for celebration and gaiety come from within the mind's eye. It's there where our focus needs to be in greeting the new year.

I alone dictate the conditions of my environment in the sense that my perception of things and events dictates my reaction to them. You can gaze headlong into the most beautiful of sunsets, but it can only be appreciated if the viewer is consciously aware of it. How many times have you been driving down the road completely unaware of the calligraphy in the clouds above you. It works the same way in appreciating the first few months of the year. We don't have to make a better world overnight by doing things we loathe or stress over, it's in doing those little things and witnessing for ourselves the horizon that lay outstretched before us that makes our time a beautiful experience. It's in the realizing that all things find a center within yourself, and in doing so you maintain a promise to be more aware of all that goes on around you from within. You can change the things you don't like about yourself and the world just as simply as you can change your socks because you desire a heavier thickness. It's not magic or redundant programing, it's not a self help seminar aimed at improving your organizational skills, it's just simply recognizing your own patterns and cycles within your own thoughts.

The snow brings sledding and snowball fights, just as December brings turkey dinners and cinnamon scented pine cones. If we cruise along, defining our lives by what is happening around us instead of within us then we will most certainly lose ourselves to that. However, If we can turn strife and struggle into opportunity then we can begin to build foundations within ourselves that can stand the test of time and turmoil. If we can greet crisis with determination instead of bitter resentments we can grow into a mold of our choosing. Perhaps that's the ultimate resolution, the finest way with which to greet the January lull. The ways in which we inspire ourselves to go beyond what those politicians think or what the television is screaming at us. So while your homes get cleared out of holiday rabble perhaps the best thing to leave out of the boxes is your own inner piece of mind. That might just be the best way to make this new year the best one it can be.

December 17th, 2008

Step One:
Snow Angel

Step Two:
Snow Angel II

End Result:
Snow Angel III

December 1st, 2008

This Is What You Shall Do

"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."
~Walt Whitman

November 25th, 2008

It's new song time... this one, written Friday of last week. It auto plays on the myspace as the first song.

Click Here

November 13th, 2008

They want to bailout the auto industry now as I'm sure most of you have heard, but something just doesn't sit well with me about this. If we're going to bail them out, give them hundreds of billions of dollars then then they should be forced to adhere to higher fuel efficiency standards. If they're going to buy them out then they need to retool the entire industry from the ground up. You know damn well that they can make a car that runs on fifty plus miles a gallon, but where are they? I sure don't see Ford putting any of those vehicles out on the market because it might just upset the oil companies. You know they have the technology. Hell, the Japanese have been doing it for while now. Obama came out the other day and said it's matter of global interest to not let the automakers fail, but I'm not too sure I can support the measure to keep Detroit's wheels spinning. I point to the fact that Toyota USA, Nissan USA, BMW, and KIA are all expanding. They have no need for a bailout. Yet Ford and GM are both going under. Why are we going to bail these folks out?

What about the casino industry which hasn't seen days this dark perhaps in history and they employee far more people directly than the auto industry does, do they get a bailout too? Of course, people will argue that it's the whole manufacturing sector that uses the auto industry as it's backbone and if they go under so do all those parts companies and manufacturing companies... steel, rubber, glass, fabric, electronics, and so on. Now we gave AIG $150 billion dollars, and that was already knowing how shady their business practices are, and continue to be. Lord knows how much they want to give Ford and GM as they claim to be retooling. I don't buy it. Does Ford even make a car that gets over 45 miles to the gallon? The technology already exists and then some, but I'm not seeing it implemented. They've been sitting on this stuff for years, and now the poetics of the times is finally catching up with them.

It was a war economy that stimulated all of those manufacturing plants, and now it's the ravages of a Bush war economy that's going to bring them back under. In an unprecedented move we gave the banks all this money to save the economy, now they're saying we have to give the Auto Industry billions to save the economy. Where do we draw the line. How much invisible money do we need to throw back into a system that fell apart because of it's over-extension of invisible money. If we bail them out are we going to halt all stock dividends and bonuses for the executives? The vast majority of Ford and GM's car lines all have a shrinking consumer base, so are we going to impose that they make smaller engines and more fuel efficient cars? Is this bailout money going to be used to pay lawyers fees on lawsuits against consumers who are seeking legal ground over labor disputes and environmental improvements? For example automakers have said that it would cost them $150 billion just to meet California's emission standards, standards that Obama would make national policy, what then? How far do we go? How many companies do we bail out? What sort of limits do we set?

November 5th, 2008

A Rally You Say?

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Let's put this whole thing into perspective, shall we? Obama received more votes last night than any person running for President ever. Period. End of story. I attended the rally last night in Grant Park and it really felt like something out of the 60's but with more resolve and certainly a lot more smiles going around. Last night was everything it was built up to be in my mind and more. A huge crowd gathered, the jumbotrons were glowing, people were festive, and the world seemed to rejoice. The mood around Chicago last night was as happy and joyous as I have ever seen it. A field of people gathering in celebration. Everyone had a smile, everyone was happy and dancing in the streets, and everyone seemed to sense the historic significance of this man's journey for President. The feeling from that rally last night was something taken out of history books that describe the old era. The calming elation that swept over the crowd as the announcement went out that he was to be our next President is something that no music venue, no halftime show, and something no television commentator could capture with a camera or a description. It was sincerely a one of a kind event.

On my way back home this morning I was listening to various right wing radio pundits who declared their disappointment and their unease, but the thing that struck me as the most idiotic was the declaration that racism in America was now dead. Excuse me? As republicans bark and roll over who've they coined as the socialist overload how dare they even remotely declare that racism is dead in this country. We're not even a full two weeks removed from Palin and McCain rallies where people shouted words like "terrorist" and "kill him." Racism is dead? Are you kidding me? I won't linger on it for now, though. Nothing could step on my buzz at the moment. McCain's concession speech last night was one of the best speeches I have ever seen that man make. It made me wonder if he didn't have so many people telling him what to say or do that this election would have been a lot closer. He had more charisma and graciousness during his concession speech than at any point in his career that I've witnessed. Then they cut to a shot of Palin, waving, near tears, and that was the first and last time you saw or heard her name all night, much to my delight.

Soon after the crowd rocked and swayed with the music coming over the speakers and then the moment came when Obama stepped out in front of that grand podium backdropped by several American flags and brought the entire nation together under a single cause of unity and change. The fanfare when he first stepped out there seemed to last an eternity until the crowds slowly grew quiet and this man who was to be President spoke. He didn't revel, be barely smiled during the speech itself, looking as if he were already looking intently at the next four years and the work ahead of him. At it's closing he brought Biden out, whispered something in his ear that to me looked a lot like, "now we go to work." He brought his kids out, Michelle, Jill Biden, they stood on that stage raised arms, magnanimous, triumphant in their quest, and the whole city seemed to fathom the importance of it all. That was the amazing part, all these people gathered... black, white, hispanic, latino, gay, straight, male, and female. There were doctors and lawyers high fiving college students and punked out teenagers. Artists and theater students slapping hands with accountants and cops. It was a grand setting, full of people from absolutely every walk of life all brought together to share in something that we as a country could finally revel in, something we've not seen before... a great man as the next President.

To witness that, to be part of that whole festive occasion will be something that shall never be dulled, diminished, or forgotten. The street vendors were out selling Obama buttons, Obama hats, Obama shirts, Obama watches, and Obama wrist bands on every street corner from Jackson to Wacker. It was like an Obama theme park. People were adorned in various Obama paraphernalia, and as the time for the calling of the polls which would deliver a victory drew closer, people filed into Grant Park and the surrounding area. It was a madhouse which no sports team's celebration could ever hope to touch. These people were the participants, the voters, the hopeful... cheering each state called for Obama as if it were the last strand of hope between rescue and disaster. In the end as I walked through Grant Park after watching some of the returns at a local pub I heard the loud speakers announce that Obama was to be the new President elect and the crowd rang out in a decisive cheer that shook the dust off the surrounding buildings, a cheer so loud that you could have heard it from orbit, a cheer so full of relief and joy that people cried, laughed, screamed, and exuded such elation from every pore of their being. To be down there, to be part of that whole experience is something I will treasure until the end of my days.

November 3rd, 2008

The Metaphorical America

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There's an election in two days and I'm completely ready for Barrack Obama to stop asking me for money. I'm entirely sure that someone is going to get elected in two days... well maybe three... hopefully not more than four, and hopefully not by a state supreme court who's hashing out lobbyist deals from the same GOP backed corporations who designed our much beloved touch screen voting system. Hopefully it's not some fiasco in the 22nd hour involving some fundamentalist Christian's overseeing of ballot recounts in the urban sprawl of southern Florida. Hopefully we won't have seven hour lines full of people waiting to vote... as has already happened in some states with early voting.

I look at the polling, everything says Barrack Obama will be the 44th President of the United States. The states which are continuously pulling strong for Obama can give him the electoral collage, which means even if every single battleground state went to McCain... including Ohio and Florida... Obama would still win it. Yet, I sense among the Obama supporters a great unease and general tension at what has now brought, for so many, a 48 hour focus on the past 19 months. For those of us living in Chicago, who plan to be at that rally in Grant Park on Tuesday evening we might just see it firsthand. Now they say that this rally will be upwards of a million people and they were giving out 30,000 tickets while the beloved mayor of our town tells everyone to bring the kids on down for what will surely prove to be a small military exercise in futility when the crowd finally swells beyond any respectable borders set up by the CPD.

I'll be happy when it's over. I'll be happy when differences can once again become simple challenges to overcome. Of course, I won't be truly happy until I hear something other than rhetoric being used as a viable excuse for all this insidiousness. Oh these elections take it out of me, my independent, down-with-the-system retorts are more muffled. I generally like it when the people themselves don't have to worry about the nature or the posture of their government constantly. Can we finally have that great fall of conservative bible thumping America that's been coming? Can we finally laugh off the idea of teaching creationism to sixth graders. A lot of this country is made up of people who want little George Bush's in office until the end of time and a good portion of their allegiance to that system is their dependence upon religion. I wouldn't want my daughter dictating foreign policy in accordance to her beliefs on unicorns anymore than I would want some public official asserting their 'imposed morality' off on me because he thinks some dude named Noah once filled a boat with two of every animal. It's a basic model of the human tendency to linger. At some point in time, everything becomes mythology... just ask the Egyptians... they had it all figured out.

Tomorrow, though we choose the next President... with all the pageantry and demure of a monster truck rally... with all the cadence and causality of modern thunder... with banners and flags waving. It is history we're living, no one can say anything differently. It seems the world is hanging on the edge of a pin. With all that great hope comes the threat of great despair, but without such woe and ruin one would never relish the revelry or the wonder of life. This country they call America is more like a metaphorical America. What this country stands for is dependent upon the perspective of the viewer. Some see us as terrorists, blindly, with no thought given to our individual differences. I find that to be a two way street. The myopia of America is pretty well seeped in, and nothing save for time or the rapture will ever change that in some people. I think you get the most back when you encourage optimism, when you foster hope, when great people rise up to meet great challenges. I want to see positive dialog versus negative connotations. I want people to stop thinking in terms of bitterness and resentment that these elections seem to always inspire and focus on goals and the unity of people through creativity and culture.

I keep hearing that phrase, it has to get worse before it gets better, funny thing is at some point it does indeed stop getting worse. It's been getting worse for eight years, time to sprinkle some sunshine on that barren plot in the garden again, you know?

What you're seeing is history... take notice, your kids might want to hear about it some day.

October 24th, 2008


Think of it like postcards for the political season...


October 16th, 2008


Yes, I've been putting my PS skills to good use this election cycle.


October 15th, 2008

From Lyn - Palin's Oval Office


October 6th, 2008

Good morning Monday

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Welcome to your daily stock market crash


No, damnit...

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October 3rd, 2008

Second Helpings

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Speaking of the debates last night, nothing quite screams "ridiculous" like watching Sarah Palin debate foreign policy. She answers a question about advocating talking with our nation's enemies and somehow women's rights becomes a bullet point in some odd meandering rant that I think was about the republican ideals about blind patriotism. I mean even looking at just the obvious, Palin stumbles over the names of foreign heads of state while Biden is rolling them off his tongue like he's in a Doritos commercial.

The funny thing is in listening to the VP nominees describe their would be Presidents. With Biden it was kind of like a Sinatra movie kind of thing, some buddies hanging out, shotting craps, and talking about foreign policy. With Palin, it's like John McCain is a superhero. John McCain is God.

Well and of course she's looking programed to speak, she's had every republican lackey in her ear from Sioux Falls to Suit Saint Marie grilling her and feeding her information in a hotel room for hours on end for the last three weeks except for when she some coffee with Kissinger. Flash bulbs a-popin'. It was like she was being courted to the public as a celebrity. I understand Obama's world tour was a bit grandiose, but they're taking Palin around town like she's the Lindsey Lohan of the Republican Party. Last night at the debates was her attempt at impersonating who John McCain wants her to be. She's like his little pet project. She's like his cheerleader. It was like Hillary Clinton's soundbyte on the 18 million cracks in that glass ceiling. It's true, as much as I dislike Hillary Clinton's methods and pro-war policies, she was the first viable woman candidate for President. That's huge. It was a pivotal moment for the history of women in America. The irony comes in Palin, who shows America that a woman can be on the other side of the coin as well, but we notice her for all the wrong reasons. The country is falling apart and the GOP brings a beauty queen to the apocalypse. Classy. Somehow John McCain, by picking Palin, manages to use concrete in sealing in those cracks. He raised the roof, as it were.

This debate though, was actually less about Palin and more about Biden. He's been in Congress forever, so he knows the game well. When I heard the pick originally I was less than enthusiastic. It was like Obama was screaming, "CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE... with a little bit more of the same." So last night I wanted to see if Biden was likable in a public arena. Calling from the cackles of the senate floor is one thing, but on national television, in a debate being viewed worldwide is another thing entirely. So Joe did okay. He prattled on occasionally, but Biden had a good night. I look at him and I see a vice president. I can picture an America where Joe Biden is a vice president, and in theory, I like that America at the moment.

September 30th, 2008

Blame God!

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We're nationalizing the finance system...

The federal government wants to take $700+ billion dollars and buy all of Wall Street's outstanding debt. It's as if we were shopping for a time share someplace warm and our government chose the ghetto. What a coincidence considering that the majority of the people now living in the ghetto most recently came from having a job on Wall Street.

When the bailout fell through yesterday the market dropped 777 points, which is also funny because in Christian 'mythology' "777" is also known as the number of divinity, It's symbolizes God and perfection in a nutshell. Where's Jerry Falwell when you need him? Jerry would have called that out in a second as God being completely unhappy with the immoral practices of America related to it's greed over money and power. I can only surmise from this that the rapture is indeed upon us, and the time is now to act before all those billion or so Christians blink out into their eternal wonderland with the almighty.

So remember: order your rapture cards today!

September 26th, 2008

LOLcrats #65

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September 22nd, 2008

Obsessed #64

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Obsessed #64

September 18th, 2008


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September 17th, 2008

Economic Armageddon

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So this is what it looks like...

"*The dow was down over 500 points on Monday, up just over a hundred yesterday, and opened this morning by falling another 500 points but gained a bit so that it's currently at a loss of 300 points.

(Edit: The Dow Jones Industrial Average, just two days after shedding 504 points, fell 451 points, or 4.1%, to 10,608.)

*Britain's benchmark FTSE 100 index dropped 3.9 percent, and stocks fell 3.78 percent in Paris. The steepest drop was on Russia's MICEX index, which plunged 6.18 percent.

*Russia poured $44 billion into its three largest banks and halted stock trading for a second day in a bid to stem the most severe financial crisis since its devaluation.

*Japanese stocks plunged as much as 5.4 percent in early trading Tuesday

*Stocks in South Korea were down 6.3 percent while Hong Kong's Hang Seng index was off by as much as 6.9 percent, following Lehman's bankruptcy filing Monday."

*AIG's bailout caps a tumultuous 10 days that have remade the American financial system. In that time, the government has engineered rescues that insert it deep into the housing and insurance industries, while Wall Street has watched two of its last four big independent brokerage firms exit the scene.The U.S. on Sept. 6 took over mortgage-lending giants Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac as they teetered near collapse. This Sunday, the U.S. refused to bail out Wall Street pillar Lehman Brothers, which filed for bankruptcy-court protection and is now being sold off in pieces. That same day, another struggling Wall Street titan, Merrill Lynch & Co., agreed to sell itself to Bank of America Corp. for pennies on the dollar.
"Soaring foreclosures, falling markets, plunging home prices and national employment reductions... but it's a ticker tape parade compared to what's going on in finance. The Federal Reserve and Treasury are taking on huge new liabilities to bail out investment banks, and they're taking on an equal load to rescue consumers. People are already talking about another fiscal stimulus - financed again with money borrowed from China, Japan and other creditors.

A week ago the government seized mortgage giants Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac in an unprecedented expansion of its powers, taking on $5 trillion in liabilities. Wall Street has now lost around a half-trillion dollars on bad mortgages.

One day this country's mounting debt will cause a collapse of the dollar, sky-high interest rates and maybe even bond default by the U.S. government, which won't get bailed out by anybody."

As Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke recently said to economist David Hale: "We have lost control."

September 15th, 2008

The Dow dropped half a grand today... over 500 points.

The FDIC (Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation) fund has about $50 billion to "insure" about $1 trillion in assets at the nation's financial institutions...

We spend 10 billion a month in Iraq...

Any questions?

Worry #63

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Worry #63
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