be negative and bring a friend

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What's yer blood type?

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love, 99
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whoa

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I can't believe I never saw this before. This guy is smokin'....

I was the cheer leader for a pool team as a girl... and we're not talking about slouches. These guys could play. Scary good pool. I always loved the clicking of the balls, loved to watch all the impossible shots being left in shape for the next. Some of them were fast like this guy, but they were usually the worst in a tight spot. Very hard for anyone this speedy to keep the trigonometry together to pull off a feat of this magnitude. No. It's impossible. They ALWAYS lose it. O'Sullivan isn't doing the math. That's the only way he can do it. Almost all men play using practice and math. Most of them don't even know it's math, but that's what they're doing. They flip when they miss because they have to re-plot their whole game, and then they get rattled and then they start losing.

I know what I'm talking about. I've hung with guys who would go to the pool hall and everyone in the place would line up to present them with "impossible" shots they always made. I've been with hustlers and with sportsmen. I know this stuff. I love the clicking of the balls. I used to play Pong with myself on the slowest setting with the biggest paddle, just to get that slow swoopy clicking. I love to play Mahjongg solitaire for that clicking. Once I went to the pool hall on Ladies' Night so I could just shoot all night for free. I am a seriously bad pool player. There are three reasons for this: [1] my eyes aren't straight, can't use them to gauge that sort of thing; and [2] I have huge boobs, and they really bungle the stroke too often; and [3] I don't give a damn if I sink any balls. I love the clicking and the felt, the stage lit table... I love, too, the seedy genius criminals who go all mushy and gentlemanly when I'm there. So I'm there with a table all to myself. Two guys are playing at the table next to me. I'm just making the balls click and missing everything and those two are giggling about it for an hour or so. Suddenly everything I hit started dropping in the pockets. I can't remember how many racks I ran.

I think after the second or so, both of my neighbors came over to watch. "Whoa, are you a hustler?"

Nope. I can't play for shit. Your guess is as good as mine.

Two more times in my life I dropped into that zone and amazed the people around me. The rest of the times I cannot sink a ball to save my life. The reason this happens is because I forget myself. I stop aiming. The true self plays pool. I also can only hit a target with anything if I look once and close my eyes before I throw or shoot or swing. My real mind is perfect at all this stuff. [So's yours.]

So having watched every kind of player there is, I know the only way this could have happened with a guy who shoots that fast. I am dirt positive. They ALWAYS lose it too soon... except him. He wasn't aiming.

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love, 99
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'splains why graham suddenly became so vivid

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I was thinking it must have been a momentary nostalgia for the dream of a McCain victory, but wishing to prove to Netanyahu who can be relied upon to dance to his tune would be more like it.

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love, 99
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who even knows anymore?

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My knee wants to jerk up and bash me in the chin so hard it breaks my teeth, but... wow... ya know-oh, it's not bothering to make the trip. With the hash the Democratic-Fascists made of "healthcare reform", Texas might actually do a better job. I'm including my generally negative impression of all things Texas. I didn't forget that. This might even be a good thing for all Texan poor people who have managed not to be executed before they are exonerated....

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love, 99
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funny

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In the past few days I've heard people say that if they mention they want it, they've had it and more for years. They wouldn't let you know they're after something at which they will fail, and how great would it be to have millions running around convinced they've been neutralized by such means, or convinced that others have been neutralized by this means. There are way too many people who wish to be gods and settle for everyone thinking they are.

Again: You are not it; it actually is you.

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love, 99
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can't sleep?

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Go for a walk down Memory Lane.

Talk about mental conditioning... OMG.

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love, 99
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i couldn't face it

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It was due to start raining for real. I needed to go to the store, needed to get compost for my casks full of bothersome roses. Beside getting the snot beat out of them in the late hail storms earlier this year, they are getting all full of rust and acting wan and disinterested again. Compost always fixes everything that ails them. I don't like roses. I like pictures of them, and the kind that creep up and grow on your roof are pretty damn cool, but they have thorns and they are fussy as hell. But mostly I just couldn't stand the pressure of my romantic ideals bumping up against real life today.

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love, 99
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another lizard expert

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I am avoiding my owner's manual in favor of my doctoral work. I mean, I really do want to learn how to zero out my trip meter and how to get my clothes ironed while driving, but I have to be up in my biorhythms for that sort of thing. I seem to be able to drive it anyway. That's the main thing.

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love, 99
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everything you were afraid to ask about space lizards

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Wanna shake off your existential angst? I recommend listening to this... in thought experiment mode... without judgment.... You will emerge with absolutely no idea who you are or what's going on. Bliss. If that doesn't work, then try this.

My ongoing commentary on this sort of thing is that it is little wonder people suspect the PTB of being shape-shifting space aliens. I mean, oh, at least....

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love, 99
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today in that hopey changey thing

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Obama calls India creator, not poacher, of US jobs

... By the end of the first of his three days in India, he was promoting $10 billion in trade deals — completed in time for his visit — that the White House says will create about 54,000 jobs at home.

That's a modest gain compared with the extent of the enduring jobless crisis in the United States. Economists say it would require on the level of 300,000 new jobs a month to put a real dent in an unemployment rate stuck near 10 [23] percent.

Yet to Obama, the bigger picture was the lucrative potential of an unleashed trading relationship between India and the United States.

The headline is so outrageously bullshit and the piece is so obviously pure mental conditioning, not even pertinent to actuality, I don't deign to link the sucker.

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love, 99
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the short answer is no

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So is the long one. Please. I think they blew up the Gulf of Mexico purely to test their powers of hypnosis. Can we get millions to stay wriggling uncomfortably in a toxic environment and keep everyone ignoring their plight? Can we still sell seafood that's poison to people? If not, why not? Who are the ones smart enough to steer clear despite our mesmerism? What works then? More, better, faster, harder mesmerism, or a massive mislabeling campaign?

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When we know damn well the poison is not gone.

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UPDATE:

And so does our government....

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love, 99
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catching up

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Obviously, while I was away in one monster excursion into the heart of stress, I did not range far in my usual way of flipping myself splat into evidence of actuality, so I've been groggily trying to back up to find bits I know I have certainly missed. This. This from my young hero I wish were my son, for example.

And your 20% pay cut....

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love, 99
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joseph farrell interviews are very soothing to me

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So I'm gonna get in bed and listen... I mean... I know I'm weird and I've heard so many already that I'm not even positive I haven't heard this one before, but, well I just like that someone thinks his thoughts. I made you a playlist that cuts off all the commercial blather in the first ten minutes. I know you are happy about that.

Well, and, have another... and you can skip the first in this playlist too.

And another....

I know it's pretty much the same interview no matter who he's talking with, but there's often a new bit or two in each, and not being able to afford the books, I listen. Maybe some day I can just do his interviews for him, eh?

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love, 99
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carver's excuse

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Drunks think like this. Losing the view is a righteous excuse to mangle their lovers' lives.

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love, 99
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a particularly vivid corbett report

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Well worth your consideration.

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love, 99
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there is a word at this link that froze my blood

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It comes very early in the piece, and it rendered me unable to continue reading. I bet you can guess right away which word did this to me.

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love, 99
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truth be told

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if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.

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I am listening to Catherine Austin Fitts describe the financial sector as a tapeworm. I have NEVER heard a more appropriate metaphor. If the whole interview turns into something that brings more to our table, I'll make you a playlist to make it easier for you to just switch the puppy on and have it going on in the background, but the tapeworm thing is exquisite and I had to mention it.

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Yuh, tapeworms and attack poodles....

Take an hour for this interview. Copy the playlist link and send it to everyone you know, especially the still clueless. She does a spectacular job of explaining precisely what's happening to us. No shit. It's important.

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love, 99
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globalization

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I would think the fact that they're doing it to the whole damn world would be a matter of quite some visible outrage on the streets of every town on earth. I would think it would have started here. I would be wrong.

I fucking can't believe that's wrong.

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love, 99
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camping, we could go camping

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The amenities are superior....

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love, 99
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better than beesabohl, no matter how berry berry goot

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I think I am going to have to get my ass to some bar with a big screen tv and demand they tune it to ESPN2 so I can SEE this. I'm gonna hafta take a chill pill. My nerves are shot already. My stress score is COMPLETELY off the charts and I have been a wreck in front of every race since Eight Belles got put down, but I can't stand the thought of missing what might be about THE most momentous moment in thoroughbred racing history... especially since Zenyatta's trainer started out as an assistant trainer for one of our very first race horses. I'd love to give you the particulars. It's a GREAT story, but that would identify my mother and she'd die of embarrassment if you connected her with me, and there wouldn't be any way around it to tell that story the right way.

It was a horse I named. He went off the favorite EVERY race because his name made EVERYONE very happy. He lost every race by a nose because EVERYONE in the stands would be screaming his name, and EVERY goddam time he would turn his head to look up in the stands... no, no, worse than that... he'd crane his neck to look up at the stands at his adoring public... and another horse would just manage to poke his nose across the finish line right where our horse's head was already SUPPOSED to be.

Struth.

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love, 99
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things you probably don't know

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I can sing this song, every frickin' note from start to finish... as can I Knopfler's Love Over Gold version of Telegraph Road... well... and others... quite a few... actually... very many. It's part of why I don't want to listen to live versions very much. I become so attached to the album versions that every cell in my body knows where every itty bit of production goes and it usually hurts me on the cellular level to listen to the live versions. I mean, if I'm right there, I love it, but not on a recording of a live performance... and, of course, sometimes not even when I'm right there, depending on who they have on the mixing board for the concert and if they know how to make it fit the venue... not easy, not easy. Even U2's guy couldn't get it up for the Oakland Stadium. They played for free in the plaza at Embarcadero Center and sounded transcendental, but at the big expensive concert... not so much.

Anyway, it's foggy out. It's thick fog from about Scotia, which is just a little south of Eureka, all the way up to at least my house, which is eye-to-eye with the ocean and the Oregon border. Coast redwoods thrive on fog. I do too. My first love and I used to drive around with the top down in his Austin-Healey Sprite in the middle of the night, in the dense fog, all bundled up with sleeping bags on our laps and all kinds of food and goodies; purposely try to get totally lost; go for walks in the fog, pretending we were Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman; listening to Blind Faith or CSN blasting out of the huge speakers he'd plugged in behind the seats in that itty bitty car. It was heaven. He'd be off crab fishing in Alaska five or six months out of the year, but the rest of the time we were together all night, roaming the roads, our gorgeous home. Just about the only time we spent indoors was when we'd drive down to SFO to play on the conveyor belts and escalators, but mostly we were in West Marin or up in the Sierra or on the beach or riding the ferry at night in the fog.

He left me because he wanted to marry me.

He went back to the one he didn't want to marry. They got married. They got divorced about ten years ago and he married a much younger, Fundamentalist Christian, woman with five kids. It took me twenty years to find a suitable replacement, but that one ended up losing to the booze.

Men.

I miss my Poppa. They have always had to be as wonderful as my Poppa. Have to feel that kind of safe. Have to know I don't have to keep my hawk eye out every single minute against something going catastrophically wrong. It was not exactly my excellence at controlling people that was the problem. I never wanted to have to do it. Never. It was just 99% of the time damn mandatory or I couldn't be in their vicinity. Period. Five guys asked me to marry them when I was 19. No one has mentioned it since. A couple trillion of them sure wanted to pretend we were married, but, wow, you can't begin to fathom how good I am at broadcasting Stay Away, and to this day, I cannot just relax and be my normal loving and friendly self with almost every man I meet without him going squirrelly that I'm looking for a date. They NEVER stop thinking about sex. When I turn off my force field and let any of them in, they think I'm hitting on them. Beyond vexing. Beyond the beyond vexing. They are projecting. I've tested it.

If I just continue to ignore their sundry rebuffs of absolutely nothing coming from me, sooner or later, usually sooner, they start making eyes at me, start flirting, start picking me flowers... et cetera. Except. Well. I just wanted to be friendly, to have a nice rapport with someone. That was no part of my intent. And, anyway, you gotta have that rapport with them for years before that stuff is worth the time it takes to strip. People don't know that. Not just men. Most women are as stupid in that department as most men are.

I drove up to Old Uncle Dave's house on my way home from Mom's. He's been my dear, dear, dear friend for well over thirty years... NOT one of the couple trillion. A man apart. I wanted him to see my new go-cart from the eighth dimension. He stood on his porch and said, "Well, now, aren't we just so bourgeois."

We certainly are.

We're sleek. We're zippy. We have all the bells and whistles. We're smooth. We're third millennium, baby. Doctor Lizardo built my new car. I have to drop my doctoral work while I study up on what the fuck button to push which direction to zero out the trip meter; to retrain my idle; to go hiphop with my subwoofer; to defog; to bring out the dancing girls in the back seat; and where the ironing board comes out to freshen up my blouse after a long drive. It's there. I know that much.

But we are DEFINITELY not Goldie Honda. Goldie at 22 can blow this one off the road. I have to drop down into fourth gear to get up the hills on the freeway! OMG! No wonder I piss off the guys in their Beamers and Benzes. Holy crap! I kept passing them after they'd dropped a couple hunnert grand to be grand. NEVER will there be another car that good. Never.

However, I can now lose my unremitting terror of being stranded in the Bardo with a dead car. I hope some kid gets her, maybe one who can figure out how to rebuild her carburetors himself, because she goddam will make him the happiest kid in the world.

Today would have been my parents' 61st anniversary, and my 20th with 86.

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love, 99
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have i mentioned lately how much i hate these people?

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Don't gimme none o' yore lip about such strong language not being Zen. Zen master spies will put your head inside a jumbo air horn and blow it. Do NOT kid yourself about that. I heavily advise you listen to this interview.

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love, 99
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he can come live with me

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I will protect him from all of them. You might think I'm just some washed-up old retired super spy, but I am actually only 32 and have so many black belts I make Neo look like a beginner. They WON'T get past me.

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love, 99
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my fingers are crossed

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I am proud of the people standing and fighting.

Max and Stacy discuss why this is happening. I wish they could explain to me why it isn't happening here.

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love, 99
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another not-crestfallen pissed-off american

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Who has the grace to admit the Tea Partiers make more sense than the Democrats.

I went to the polling station in the church one block from my house to cast a vote, and found myself in conversation with an ardent local Democrat who was handing out local Democratic sample ballots, and an equally ardent Tea Party guy advocating for a right-wing candidate running for the local congressional seat. I found myself agreeing much more with the Tea Partier.

The Tea Partier said that the government had “lost touch” with ordinary people. I couldn’t agree more. He said that the health bill was a costly and overly bureaucratic disaster. Again, I couldn’t agree more. The Democratic activist countered that Obama and the Democrats in Congress weren’t getting credit for any of the good things they had done in the past two years. I just don’t see it. Judges? Obama named two very mediocre, middle-of-the-road jurists who may even side against liberal positions, like the death penalty, or presidential executive power. The wars? We still have 50,000 troops and an enormous army of mercenaries in Iraq, and a ballooning quagmire in Afghanistan that is looking more like Vietnam every day. That’s change? And education? Show me the money. All we’re hearing is charter schools, and the studies show them to be costly failures that simply suck the life out of the rest of the schools in a district. Jobs? Right. Regulating the banks? There’s a laugh! They are bigger, more concentrated, and more powerful than ever, and engaged in the same crooked behavior that caused the economic crisis.

The good news is that the voters have told Obama, the Democrats, and their oh-so-smart political advisers, “Fuck you!”

That was good to see.

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Ya know-oh, I was going to say something snide about this, but it occurs to me that I don't give a flea on a rat's ass what he says or thinks. He's full of shit. He's a politician. It's all a game. Presidents kill people. It's their job. Get over it. Take pride in that long list of great nothings he has done for us. Yadda yadda yadda. I find myself appalled by how many people still put stock in elections, in voting. I do it because I refuse to cede them that, but for sure I don't put any stock in it. It's not worth discussing. It's like bothering with the subject of that Lohan girl's drug problems and jumbled sexual orientation... as germane to the project of overcoming our issues. No. Really.

Don't forget: I'm out here in the world this last week and have been rubbing elbows with regular people.

I'm on this.

And a full-blooded Pomo actually squealed at me that presidents kill people and there's nothing we can do about it, except try to get them another term to kill more, but it was only sadder to me that she's Pomo. Whites say it plenty too. In fact, I begin to wonder if I'm racist for my soapy ideal that the first black president would be the greatest statesman in our history. That was just always the way I saw it. I never saw it as impossible. I knew it would happen, but I also always saw it that way. I think a drop of my anger has to do with that, but then I realize he's NOT our first black president! He's our first half white one.

We might have just had a great time showing the bastard, but it didn't do anything beside forcing Conyers back into the basement for any hearings he wants to hold. Yep, he earned that one for sure. Yay us. Way too many people who should so know better by now still have their heads stuck in big pots of glue, but at least Lindorff seems to be tugging on his.

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I think I'm making my way home tomorrow. I seem to have lived through my combination food poisoning and too much booze thing... and am feeling sort of creeped-out that I actually caught a snatch of an ad for a radio program dedicated to telling people which restaurants are SAFE to patronize while dabbling in my go cart stereo from the eighth dimension—complete with subwoofer—on the way back here from Berkeley. I mean, I do not have a delicate constitution. I have mighty biotic-fighting juices coursing through my giddy veins. I was sober by the time I fell asleep and sick by a couple hours after that. It was more than the booze. I shoulda listened to that damn radio show. The end is so nigh.

I am forced today to start moving some eggs into the DNA-upgrade-from-the-galactic-core-in-2012 basket. Those of us who have not died from dining out can then live to make reparations with whatever's left alive on our only planet by then.

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Oh, well, okay, I'll say it. Notice how he takes responsibility just like Dubya does? Astonishing what lip flapping can fail to make actual, ain't it?

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Oh, and I almost forgot today's update in how that hopey changey thing is working out for us.

Obama drops plan to limit global warming gases
By DINA CAPPIELLO, Associated Press – 1 hr 58 mins ago

WASHINGTON – Environmental groups and industry seem headed for another battle over regulation of greenhouse gases, as President Barack Obama said he will look for ways to control global warming pollution other than Congress placing a ceiling on it.

"Cap-and-trade was just one way of skinning the cat; it was not the only way," Obama said at a news conference Wednesday, a day after Democrats lost control of the House. "I'm going to be looking for other means to address this problem."

Legislation putting a limit on heat-trapping greenhouse gases and then allowing companies to buy and sell pollution permits under that ceiling narrowly passed the House in 2009 as a centerpiece of Obama's domestic agenda, but it stalled in the Senate.

Republicans dubbed the bill "cap-and-tax" because it would raise energy prices. They then used it as a club in the midterm elections against Democrats who voted for it. Thirty of the bill's supporters were among some 50 House Democrats whom voters turned out of office Tuesday.

"It's doubtful that you could get the votes to pass that through the House this year or next year or the year after," Obama said Wednesday.

The new battle over global warming in Congress will target the Environmental Protection Agency, which is poised to regulate greenhouse gases for the first time, after the Supreme Court ruled in 2007 that it could treat heat-trapping gases as pollutants.

John Engler, a former Michigan governor who leads the National Association of Manufacturers, said he expects a Republican-controlled House to take a "fresh look that will get at a lot of questions" dealing with the EPA's role in regulating greenhouse gas emissions.

Environmentalists, meanwhile, urged Obama to hold his ground.

"While there will be attacks on (EPA's) authority, it is important that there not be any surrender on EPA's ability to do the job," said Trip Van Noppen, president of Earthjustice.

The Senate in June rejected by a 53-47 vote a challenge brought by Alaska Republican Lisa Murkowski that would have denied the EPA the authority to move ahead with the rules. Six Democrats voted with Republicans to advance the "resolution of disapproval," which the White House had threatened to veto. A similar resolution has broad support in the House, with 140 co-sponsors.

Engler said efforts to block the EPA will only be strengthened by Tuesday's election results.

Obama, when asked about the EPA's authority Wednesday, said that while a court order gave the EPA jurisdiction, the agency still wants help from Congress.

"I don't think ... the desire is to somehow be protective of their powers here," Obama said.

"One of the things that's very important for me is not to have us ignore the science, but rather to find ways that we can solve these problems that don't hurt the economy, that encourage the development of clean energy in this country, that, in fact, may give us opportunities to create entire new industries and create jobs."

Swell. I mean, I know he'd already dropped it, and that it was not going to be particularly effective, but it's official, now that the GOP has mysteriously taken over the House to bluster about repealing that fascist-friendly insurance enrichment act we suckers thought might improve something for somebody someday....

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love, 99
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prepare to love life again for a minute

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No kidding....

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love, 99
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percent percent

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He means percent, but, well, you know he named it after me....

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Can we agree, by now anyway, that this is a nice fantasy, but not going to cut it? I mean, get real, Elizabeth Warren rocks, but those assassins will slit her throat without even breaking stride. Give me a break. Stop coming up with all these namby-pamby hopelessly lame ideas, okay?

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Get on it.

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yuh, trounce away, except it isn't stopping the slaughter

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All those poor hypnotized bozos are so busy with their partisan bickering, punishing the left hand with the right one, it is SPECTACULARLY effective at distracting them from actuality.

The president of a local band council was there with us last night, this GORGEOUS Pomo woman, just about jumped clean out of her skin when I told her I want Obama out of the White House. OMG! I almost started crying with pity for her. She listed off eight things Obama is widely believed to have accomplished—except he hasn't accomplished any of them—and how vital they were to her tribe and to all people, and my mind was racing about how to gain enough mouths to begin educating enough people... to pierce the corporate veil, so to speak. I ended up just saying, "Nope. We hop on our war ponies and count coup on him till he drops and can't get back up again. It's our only chance." She went back to party HQ. I had another drink.

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love, 99
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everybody left alive should be singing it loud

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Lee Harvey Oswald did NOT do it. THIS is how codgers might help save the world. Every one of them can come forward and tell everything they know about the assassination of JFK. THAT would get through to people.

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love, 99
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you might ask yourself, what do we want with yemen?

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Okay? If you were unclear on the concept of why on earth they'd be making such a hairy stink about Yemen suddenly, just look at the map. All will become perfectly crystal clear very swiftly.

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For any of you unfortunate enough to have looked at my "election night" post already, I was drunk, and I messed up the perfect link Old Uncle Dave sent. I fixed it now that I'm only dying of the toxins I so merrily sipped with a bar full of energized Rotarians last night.

Yes, I've even decided to stop being a bitch about Rotarians now.

I'm a goddam woman of the people... all of you... you fuckers.

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OBL's grave found in Yemen...?

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love, 99
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he better turn into malcolm or we're done

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Word.

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love, 99
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election night

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We SO totally got what was coming to us. I've been doing all kinds of car things in Berkeley and driving my ass off over Mt. St. Helena to get back to Mom's in time to go to the local DA candidate's election night gig and I've had three very strong margaritas. Of course, nobody in this county can count and the computers are down so I guess the good-old-boys are in there stuffing the ballot boxes right now, and we will have to wait till tomorrow to find out if our guy won or lost, but one thing that came across in the fracas tonight was RUSS FEINGOLD LOST BIG in Wisconsin. Holy jumping geniuses. If this does not drive home the reality that all these LIMP "progressives" we have running around out there—dissing the snot out of their fellows and incapable of PERFORMING—are no good for us, I don't know what will.

I hate Boehner as much as I hate Pelosi... so.... I'm sorry. Don't nobody go whining about this stuff. They ALL should be booted out... PHYSICALLY... bodily booted out of office. This voting stuff is way too good for them.

Vastly relieved we seem to have dodged the Whitman/Fiorina disgrace here at home, and kinda feeling nostalgic about good old Moonbeam back at the helm, but, well, I'm loaded. Wha'dya want?

I have been forced to endure beesabohl all week and have fallen hard for Timmy Lincecum. Disgracefully too young for me, and I tried to resist, but, well... I'm sorry... I love him.

I HATE POLITICIANS MORE THAN CAN BE EXPRESSED IN WORDS, BUT I LOVE YOU.

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Ha! Old Uncle Dave sent me the perfect link to go with this post....

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But I was too drunk to link it right last night so he had to do it for me in comments. It's fixed above in here now too.

Oh, man, oh, man, I am paying for my "political activities" last night in a big way. I can't call this a hangover. This is a fall-all-the-way-over, a bottomless abyss. Many trips to the toilet. Holding my stomach. Softly groaning. My mother's pets are all chasing me around, trying to make sure I stay propped up or don't fall out of my chair.

I swear, alcoholics are a marvel to me. How can they DO that?

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So much for Mr. Democrats Have Consciences [While Blowing People to Bits]. Maybe he can't be bought but he can sure blow smoke up a lot of asses. I'm sure the thing who will be replacing him will be a travesty of devastating proportions, but people JUST don't seem to grok that Grayson is too. We deserve this. We deserve this. We. Deserve. This.



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HEED THIS WELL.

I should have read it yesterday....

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love, 99
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my car terror is almost over

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On my way down to Berkeley with a check. You never can tell, I might turn out sane. It's not going to be pretty trying to part with Goldie, but I'm having to part with too much I love already, so....

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