I can remember a time when I was 12 or 13 years old. I was up late, I was bored, and I was surfing the only way one could in those days-across stations on the radio. I happened upon a station that featured a kind of old fashioned radio show, but up to date, for that time I suppose, so I gave a listen. If I remember correctly they were about 10, 15 minutes long and held my interest for awhile. I was about to give it up when they announced that the next "play", sorry the proper terminology escapes me, would feature Jerry Stiller and Anne Meara. I knew that they were funny so I figured I would listen on. It wasn't funny. I cannot recall the title, but I do recall it was set in Moscow. A husband was mad at his wife because she got in a fight with the neighbor lady and now he was afraid that the neighbor would make something up and report them to the KGB. I was unaware of what the KGB was, or a gulag. I did sense how mad the husband was and how scared, and it scared me.

 I went inside and asked my mother just what the whole communism thing was about. I was told not to worry about communism, it had nothing to do with me, and aren't I supposed to be in bed. I pretend to return to my room, but went downstairs to my grandparents apartment and asked my grandfather. After arguing away my grandmother's protests of "Joe, what does she gotta' know about any of that for?!", my grandfather explained it all to me. I remember it took awhile and I got caught out of bed. I had a sleepless night. Pretty scary stuff for a 'tween.

 Today I learned what scares me as a forty-something:

 

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0809/25808.html

 

I would tell you to go ahead and report me, but I beat you to it and reported myself.

Since when is open, oppositional debate something fishy that needs to be tracked. Wait, I know-when the administration in power is untruthful about it's agenda and it doesn't want you to find out.

Don't we have a constitution? Don't the recent actions of the administration break at least three parts of the first ammendment? Doesn't that matter to anyone?

Well, you know what, I have nothing to lose. I will keep blogging and posting, here and on all my other sites. And I can't wait for my congressman's town hall meeting.

I am the MOB.

 

PS- the next school year in Social Studies we covered Russian History and I aced it. Thanks Papa.

 I am about to make blood shoot out your eyes.

We have a new program, Cash for Clunkers, an unmitigated disater. They have run out of money in four days, and they have approved another 2 BILLION for this. Guess we will just print it.

Anyways, you go to the site, Cars.gov, log in to trade in your clunker, agree to the privacy statement, and you get this warning---
" This applicaton provides access to the DoT CARS system. When logged on to the CARS system, your computer is considered a Federal computer system and property of the U.S. Government. Any and all uses of this system and all the files on this system may be intercepted, monitored, recorded, copied, audited, inspected, and disclosed to authorized CARS, DoT, and law enforcement personnel, as well as authorized officials of other agencies, both domestic and FOREIGN."

Why don't I just hand them my laptop and give them all my passwords? Wouldn't that make it easier for them?
OH WAIT! I FORGOT! The pratically free car the government wants to give me that will help that global warming problem THAT DOESN'T EVEN REALLY EXIST and all I have to give up is my right to privacy. WOO HOO! Awesome Effin' Deal! Why they are just like Oprah! What a super nice bunch of fellas!                                                                                                      
Lambs in lining up single file for the slaughter.
My heart aches for my country more everyday.

Poor Lucia.

Did absolutely nothing wrong. Thought she was helping to protect her neighborhood. Thought she was doing the right thing.

One man loses his temper and plays the race card.

One man just can't suck it up and walk away.

One man tries to use it as a distraction from a soon to be failure and lets his 'community organizer' slip show.

Beers all around guys!

Someone ask Joe, got to even up the white/black ratio.

Poor Lucia stays at home, surrounded by hate and scorn and ridicule and death threats.

A teachable moment?

What a crock.

What a pile.

What an administration.

Once again

I set my heart to flight

over miles and miles

of wires

I loosen the ties

my mind says

to keep bound

I propel it  forth

with wishes

swirling with the dream

of connection

empassioned by the hope

of companionship

how will it return?

filled with love

to warm my body

filled with secrets

that will burn inside me

filled with laughter

that will burst

from my mouth

filled with another's sorrow

that will bring

tears to my eyes

filled with scorn

to darken my mood

filled with rejection

to cast a veil

on my soul

Still

it is no matter

it cannot stay with me

always

for then it will be

lonely

and there is no sadder thing

than a lonely

heart.

At my pre-inaugural celebration, while U2 played ( they would be on the program along with Metallica and T.I.), Leelee and I would lose our ladylike composure, rush the stage and dance. This would cause quite the kerfuffle for the Secret Service and not appear very presidential. Did I forget to mention Leelee would be my running mate?

Besides, last time I got that close to Larry Mullen I acted like a real goofball.