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I just listened to a democrat say that, since John Kerry says something's up in Afghanistan and he fought in Vietnam, we should pretty much just go along with whatever he thinks. And HE thinks that the best thing we can do is blow Afghanistan the fuck up for harboring terrorists.

I don't understand how this ends any wars.

The reporter then pointed out that two wars is costly; what kind of stimulus would be worked out for the American people?

Is it just me, or is that a blatant attempt to sell a vote? This reporter's planting seeds. But really...what? A stimulus package on top of more freaking war funds? Where do these people think money comes from?

(Guess what? It doesn't matter. It's all theoretical. If you believe in God, you probably have plenty of faith in American currency.)

The woman then told the reporter that the best form of economic stimulus there will ever be is healthcare.

And that's all she said. I can't even remark on that sarcastically because I can process it on no level which is logical.

So this is a sort of "Help Wanted" ad. If you speak whatever that language was, I need an explanation.

My head hurts. I'm going to bed.

Today I found that onions are growing in my yard.

Onions in the ground:


Onions pulled up:


Voila? Onions.

“And after a while Brian started talking about it, and he said, ‘What did you think?’ And I said I thought they were awful, quite honestly, but absolutely incredible. So he said, ‘That’s exactly my feelings. Do you think I should manage them?’ And I said, yeah.” - Alistair Taylor


http://consequenceofsound.net/2009/10/04/icons-of-rock-brian-

Retail season is looming.

I have an urge to find some seasonal management position, maybe at a bookstore. I've got loads of retail management experience. Surely I can find something.

Mmmm...brisk winter and chai lattes and cinnamon flavored coffee.... Makes me feel like merchandising and inventory and customer service and twelve hours shifts.

Christ, I miss working.

"Outside the perimeter wall of the village, and outside each family compound within, there was a small hut like a doll's house placed on stilts. These huts contained wooden figures with drooping breasts and wooden models of penises; they were the homes of a divinity that was to do with the individual rather than the tribe -- that dealt not with questions of stability and balancing but with occasions where there was a need for practical and personal choice. People approached this divinity when they found themselves confused or stuck in their personal life; when they were up against a brick wall and did not know how to get through; when they needed help to decide this or that. This deity was called Legba. Words used about or by Legba were in the form of stories or legends; he was a joker, a trickster; he often indulged in sexual excess. But the point of the stories about him or from him were not seen to be in fact to give personal advice: they were often comic; their aim seemed to be to show the absurdity of predicaments. They appeared to encourage people to free themselves from set expectations; to have a more humourous and ironical attitude to themselves and to life -- and by this means perhaps to be helped to practical solutions. The likelihood of making a right choice, that is, seemed to depend on a person's ability to look somewhat ironically at himself."

I am unemployed. I have no health insurance. I have a Mental Health condition that is never going away. As a result, I turned to my county Mental Health Services for assistance.

Thank CHRIST these people want to be in charge of YOUR healthcare, too. /sarcasm.

I have been on a 200 mg dose of Lamictal,an anticonvulsant medication used as a mood stabilizer for the treatment of Manic Depression, for approximately four months now. Last month, I went in to pick up my refill only to discover that, despite the fact that I was being given the appropriate dose for several months, I was only authorized to receive 100 mg. I cried in the lobby for 15 minutes and GlaxoSmithKline finally authorized half a month of medication free of charge for the mix up, which wasn't at all their fault, but the fault of the government. The issue was that the county failed to ever send my new dosage info to the drug company, who shipped me 6 months of 100 mg tablets. As I was up to 200 mgs, my supply depleted too quickly. It is policy to resubmit proof of "income" (such as it is) to the drug company for them to authorize patient assistance. Upon receiving the proof of "income" several days later, the drug company IMMEDIATELY shipped out my meds. I was given a month supply of 200 mg tablets. Thankfully, drug companies have a monetary motivation to help out patients. The government seems to keep forgetting where their money comes from.

Anyway. 15 days later, as promised by the drug company, enough pills are shipped in to cover 200 mgs for a month. Wonderful. This morning, I called to refill my prescription again.

They told me no.

After getting the run around for two hours, I'm finally told that it's MY FAULT I don't have what I need because I never informed them of the increase in my dosage...despite the fact that I gave them a prescription with a note to increase to 200 mgs four months ago, despite the fact that I went through all of that nonsense last month.

I run out of the mood stabilizer on Wednesday. The county refuses to expedite the process whatsoever, though they were informed twice now of the increase in my dosage and are actually at fault for my meds running out. I need only take this medication three hours late to become a complete basket case. I become irritable, intolerable and violent. Yes. VIOLENT. I immediately hung up with the fucktard at the county and proceeded to bawl my eyes out until my body temperature rose a whole ten degrees and I became convinced that I could officially take no more of this...that I might as well be dead.

After contacting another agency who is looking into why this wasn't cleared up a month ago (as well as taking a couple of vistaril) I'm feeling a little more calm, though no more optimistic about the ultimate outcome of this illness as long as I don't have health insurance...as long as I have to continue to rely on the government to "take care" of me.

I'm unemployed because of more than twenty years (and counting) of fiscal ineptitude on behalf of this shitty, shitty, and growing SHITTER by the NANOSECOND, government. I have never been employed - EVEN AT MINIMUM WAGE - without the option of health insurance from my employer. I've been eligible for it since I was 16 years old and making $5.15 an hour. I'VE NEVER BEEN WITHOUT HEALTH INSURANCE UNTIL I WAS UNEMPLOYED. I'VE NEVER HAD WORSE HEALTHCARE THAN WHEN I WENT TO MY GOVERNMENT FOR HELP.

I will more than likely be without medication for a period of 15 days, when I will have to start over with a 25 mg dose and work my way back up to 200 mgs (25 mgs at a time, dosage increasing once a month) to avoid DEADLY side effects. The dose increases until my emotions are MANAGEABLE.

I do not have a curable condition. I cannot use talk therapy alone to manage this condition. This condition, untreated, makes me miserable to a point of which you cannot conceive unless you're living with it. That is, Manic Depression. That is, Bipolar, Type 1. That is suicidal, raging, psychotic depression on the horizon, as late autumn/early winter (as well as late spring/early summer) are the worst months of my cycle.

I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm furious. I'm ready to attack anyone foolish enough to pretend socialization of medicine is any kind of "solution" for healthcare when I know BEYOND THE SHADOW OF A DOUBT that every American can already be treated by their government. Socialization is bullshit. Because when that happens, it's my case x304,059,724. And you're included.

If you have health insurance, shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up. YOU don't know what WE go through. YOU don't live without ANYTHING. Stop pretending you know what it's like to be poor. Stop pretending your stupid conscience is any replacement for the FACT that suicidal people are put off by the government just like people who need a goddamn MRI. It ISN'T JUST THAT. It ISN'T.

If you support Socialized Medicine for America...Universal Healthcare...Obamacare...whatever you're PRETENDING is that right thing...then YOU don't have a heart. And you CERTAINLY don't know what you're talking about.

Those who claim that Obama is a citizen rely too heavily on the metaphysical premise that reality is perceivable and knowable.

Alex Knapp of Heretical Ideas has written one of the best satirical pieces I've read in awhile tackling the "Birther" argument. Enjoy! :)



Cognitive Realism, the Law of Attraction, and Norse Mythology all provide plausible philosophic justification for ignoring evidence and logic. Accordingly, because Obama’s claim to American citizenship is only supported by evidence and logic, he must not be an American citizen. Thus, Barack Obama is not eligible to be President of the United States.

It’s perfectly logical.

Knapp, Alex Heretical Ideas: A Journal Of Unorthodox Opinion 2009. 24 July 2009

Is Barack Obama An American Citizen? Heretical Ideas

"Today, thanks in no small part to its chairman, Julian Bond, the NAACP promotes inequality and foments prejudice among citizens of the U.S., in part by insisting upon race-based solutions for every ill, real or imagined, the anecdotal notwithstanding. Contrary to the view of Obama and the NAACP, I submit that America has long been in a post racialist period, and it didn't take a Kenyan-American being elected president – who belongs to the very party that was created and founded to support and promote slavery, the party of Nathan Bedford Forest (first grand wizard of the Ku Klux Klan) and Robert Byrd, D-W.Va., the party that for 80 years prevented and contested every civil rights initiative up to and including the Civil Rights Act of 1964, including having a black minister offer opening Congressional prayers – to prove it. While Obama was forced to admit that all Americans are being affected by today's economic climate, he was even quicker to say it affected blacks more. But one of the most disingenuous moments of the speech was his calling attention to HIV/AIDS as the major killer of blacks in America, when in fact abortion is the No. 1 killer of blacks in America today. It is abortion that hurts the minds and bodies of black women much more than the supposed actions of the mythic down-low black man. But, as the person recognized as being more pro-abortion under any circumstances than even the abortion industry itself, one is not surprised that he wouldn't view his abortion policies as harmful to black women specifically, and all women in general."

We part ways on abortion in this particular quote and our politics are far from similar. But "Post Racialist Period" is 100% on. Glad he's living in the real world and not the elitist "Minorities can't do for themselves, so we must do for them," world.

For several weeks I have been purchasing raw milk and fresh organic eggs from the Carlton Farms, a local distributor.

If you haven't yet consumed raw milk, it is an absolute must. It goes bad faster because it is unpasteurized (which, according to the Federal Government, makes it unlawful for humans to consume...I'll just continue consuming things that are illegal as i always have, thank you...) The eggs are amazing. As Brett likes to say, "Straight from the chicken's butt." Brett doesn't know much about chicken anatomy.

I got a newsletter today about vegetable sharing. Basically, you go to the meet-up with $17 and they hand over a giant box of vegetables and fruit. Until a few days before the meet-up, no one knows what the boxes are likely to contain. There is a possibility that their projections will also be off. Be that as it may, they have a great little newsletter (though they fail to proofread) complete with recipes!

Are you nuttin' up yet, twofootsmall?

( The Newsletter )

Hear, hear. It is indeed elegantly written. When put up against the typical book review today, it's downright brilliant. I'm particularly pleased to see the reader of a newspaper not being treated as though their minds are arrested at a fourth grade level.

Wilde is a fascinating subject particularly for the conclusions about life he reached while in prison. De Profundis (aptly titled: it translates to "from the depths") is a fascinating exploration of Christianity and God in it's own way, Wilde differentiating in a way that I, too, differentiate, between the "Christian" and the "Christ-like".



( Here's a telling passage: )

Dudley-Edwards, Owen. "The Importance Of Being Wilde" The Washington Post 28 Oct. 1962: G8

Reviewed by
Owen Dudley-Edwards

Mr. Dudley-Edwards edited an earlier collection of the letters of Oscar Wilde.

THE LETTERS OF OSCAR WILDE. Edited by Rupert Hart-Davis, Harcourt, Brace and World. 958 pp. $15

     "THIS STRANGE and fascinating figure that for a few years dazzled literary London, and made so brilliant a debut in life and letters, is undoubtedly a most interesting study . . . That he had a sincere love of art and nature seems to me quite certain. There is no essential incongruity between crime and culture. We cannot rewrite the whole of history for the purposes of gratifying our moral sense of what should be. Of course, he is far too close to our own time for us to be able to form any purely artistic judgment about him."

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