“Time has come, time has come today; Time has come, time has come today”

Today the President signed the ‘Border Fence’ Bill while in Scottsdale, AZ (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/04/AR2006100401128_pf.html). It was much to-do today on the afternoon AM radio in L.A. I am ecstatic. It couldn’t have come at a better time. Just before the seats go shuffle, shuffle; just before the record stops …

“Time has coooo …” To a melting vinyl baritone of hot wax wither.

I could write about many things tonight but unfortunately my mind keeps wondering and wandering into the kitchen. I am thinking tomato and onion quesadillas, in admiration and celebration of the wall.

Securing that border is the ONLY thing I want to see money spent on and hear people talking about. I mean we have other needs and topics to address but I want not one crumb of any of them until the Southern Border is fixed and sealed ~ shut for a lifetime.

Ed Royce, U.S. Congressman from California’s 40^th District (http://www.royce.house.gov/), was down at the Customs Office in San Ysidro (right over the line of armed guards from Tijuana) when the news broke. Everyone at the Customs Office exclaimed how much better they could do their jobs with the fence and the additional funding. Ed was able to enjoy footage of Mexican Border agents assisting in the digging of a tunnel leading into our country. Until this recent legislation it was not worth the effort to apprehend the ILLEGALS-to-be, since tunneling was a misdemeanor and only when they reached the border; unless of course there was contraband such as drugs, people, weapons. It is now a felony regardless of the presence of contraband.

Life is sweet when something goes your way.

My yummy quesadilla will be much sweeter.

There are many other tidbits to mention that I will simply just skim, as I am hungry and needing to celebrate the political process working for me!

There was the Fred Phelps posse of ’God Hates Fags’ protestors (http://www.godhatesfags.com/main/index.html) that are going to be picketing and protesting the funerals of the shot Amish girls in Pennsylvania because of Governor Ed Rendell’s (http://www.governor.state.pa.us/) criticism of the group for protesting the funerals of U.S. soldiers, citing the need to as: a result of the American Societal acceptance, as a whole, of homosexuality. These are real nice people, huh? I have written about good ol’ Fred Phelps many times before. His Daughter has been on the Howard Stern show. They are crazy people trying to hide behind their perverted pious shield they have mistakenly labeled Baptist. I heard one report today that the protest was cancelled but that was only one report out of dozens.

Let’s review the Keystone State.

It's not a State, it's a Commonwealth; along with Massachusetts, Virginia, and Kentucky.

They have big bad Murtha representing them (http://www.house.gov/murtha/).

Former NFL star Lynn Swann is running for Governor (http://www.swannforgovernor.com/).

They have Rick Santorum (http://santorum.senate.gov/public/).

They have Arlin Spector (http://specter.senate.gov/), complete with creepy air-brushed patriotic glammer shot on his website.

The town that was trying to rid itself of ILLEGAL immigrants with landlord and employer laws was there.

The cheese steak establishment that banned the sale of ‘steak wit onions and whiz’ to anyone who could not ask in English.

The Amish, complete with child molester assassins that bust into one room school houses.

They used to have that groovy license plate with the yellow gold outline of their state on it.

A rather lengthy state name.

The motto is: "Virtue, Liberty, and Independence" ~ Damn good motto!

The cradle of our country’s history.

That damn cracked bell.

Hands down, I’ll take it over California any day.

Just shows to go ya, it takes all kinds, it takes all kinds.

Even the amish are affected by a pervert gone violent in a parish without power.

We are all plugged in, so it zipper zapped us all in the box.

Blue lightening and a crack of hollow sound.

Time to make the donuts, in Pennsylvania (tee hee ~ it sounds like Transylvania)

Blah, blah, blah …

There are many ways to look at things. Many people over personalize reality and throw it into an emotional regard that is not best suited to the analyzation of issues and problems that we flounce and trounce about daily.

Does anyone, these days, know well enough of the ‘step back and breathe’ methodology of dealing with not just problems, but life in general? Have we all depended on twelve step gurus featured on Oprah and medication so much that we have misplaced our ability, our power, to step back and recognize what is going down; the motives, the intentions, the derisive acts that are committed against us hourly for other’s gain?

Our societal apathy guised as and dolled up as empathy is really starting to make my irking turn to explosive derangement. I know not what goes through the minds of fellow man. I know what goes through my skull. To impose our thoughts, to superimpose (like the goat from Sandler says, ‘What the fuck is super-impose?’) the thoughts that we wish to rectify or negate, is simply foolish and obvious. Maybe it is so obvious to me because I do not get tangled up in that cat’s cradle. The only string game of ice nine that I want is from the typing of Vonnegut or maybe a man named Owsley. I need not the effort, the clues, or the progression of yarned puzzles in my day, my life, my breathing process.

Clichés become clichés because they are common actions, reactions, and instances that we all face or have faced. The are passé because everyone is supposed to recognize and relate to them from experience more personal than O.J.’s leather glove. I always forget the movie that features clichés better than any other. I just saw the damned thing a few weeks ago and, shit howdy, I can’t remember the title or the players of the scripted screen field fantasy. It involves a white man consistently going to the same news stand run by a black man. There only exchanges are in clichés. “Don’t take wooden nickels”, “Knock on wood”, “Early to bed, early to rise”, and so on and on. I guess these are bad examples. I know better than to cite things that I can not back up. I am just to caught up in figuring the out which movie.

To go back to the immediate emotion roll that most of us have sheltered and shuttered our lives behind, between, and within; I would like to address the two reasons that this occurs in modern civilization beyond the obvious, initial reaction of fretted fear found forlorn with foam. That is the obvious that I will not include in this dissertation.

Number one is language and our misuse of it. I have written about this numerous times but must revisit it for this topic exclusively. Emotion/empathy, incident/accident, job/work, excuse/explanation, sensual/sensuous; these all apply. We are a confused society of verbal clods hoping that the words come out just right enough to qualify for MTV and not reality. If Paris Hilton understands what I am saying than it must be ‘kewl’. Is this really how we want to represent ourselves? We need to grip each word with a finite precision that is lacking within our societal bounds. We are not a great World at this point. Some of us our great and magnificent but the world is so large, so big, so mammoth, that we do not have the luxury of all being grouped into greatness out of shear numbers. Online speak and sprack and figment words or misspelled words of brevity’s senses are not what we should grasp as even remotely appropriate to communicate the vast horizon of all of our ideas, our thoughts. We have so many words and definitions in the English language in order to communicate with prism point accuracy that using it any other way is simply counter productive and verbal moon walking - you are getting nowhere, not conveying, understanding, or moving forward.

Without the ability to grasp and utilize the function of the words we have at hand, we are truly left at a loss to communicate and can only do so in fragmented pixels of abbreviations and abominations of misused and mis-aligned verbiage that does not convey much beyond a shattered mirror image of the 'them' of translation. We do not need to go through the millennia communicating as such. We are better than that. I am better than that.

The other is solely applied to this vast realm of nether world, this Ethernet ether huff, this world where seeing each other is only a facet of many puzzle pieces glued together just right, as if it is a bathroom ritual of some metro-sexual in the a.m.

We have no body language. We have no inflection. We have no expression. We have no tone. The words, the tic tac through the keys, as we may have intended them to be, we may have implied this or that by a certain phrasing or grammatical presentation, but it is (all said and done) interpreted by the reader which leaves all typer’s of the keys to hold a higher responsibility of communication than ever before.

The children of this day and age are allowed to cast all of these rules aside and act as if acronyms (a word that they don’t eve recognize as anything beyond ‘difficult’) and bizarre misspellings of chic are the communication forum of the future. This is sadly and disgustingly wrong. Do we really want the future leaders of the World, when we are all old and grey, to communicate via e-mail saying things like ‘WTF’, ‘BTW’, ‘LOL’, ‘ROFLMAO’, ‘TMI’, or any other variety of bad nonsense that would make lexicon giants of verbiage like Tolkien shake and seizure deep into a concrete foot pit of Long Island Sound Death?

I am not referring to slang. Every generation has slang, a way-speak, a communiqué of christened come of age. A way to spread the lingo around so the blue hairs and old folks can’t be hip to the jive that is being slathered about from slurring lips of enlightened inebriation. I am talking about how the dictionaries are changing, how English classes reflect our world, how a reading list can mean more than a nuclear summit on any given cloudy day of fret with all.

We do not listen! It is that simple. Since we do not listen, we certainly can not be held responsible for what we may throw out, back and forth, as the words to defend against the vague broad brush strokes of the current vernacular. We are all just trying to get along, right? Wrong!

In doing so, with good (and quite lazy) intentions in mind, we allow such verbal atrocities to occur and take place as if it is nothing. We are in such a rush to get it all done, to feel it all as a whole ‘enlightened’ experience, that we accept what we are ear canal given and hope our auditory picks it up and functions with along some sort of remotely refreshing lines of connect. We are hoping to understand each other and never do. With all of the pod casts, the blogging, the IM’s, the e-mails; we are hoping to connect better than ever and instead we are left bereft of communication and found rolling in the jelly of lackadaisical linear leftovers.

Can you re-heat a conversation? Not after the bland damage is done.

Eat fresh. Talk fresh, not fresh, but real, new, with sought after ingredients of intention; not six cent words and ten penny after thoughts that leads to ambiguous interpretations of what is to be conveyed. Think before you speak.

Don’t dumb down for conveniences. Don’t use a synonym just to sound more intelligent. Use what you know, know what you use.

Am I the last person to read the dictionary?

Am I the last person to avoid Google at all costs, so my brain gets exercise?

Am I the last one that has value for words?

I am the last one who gets offended when his words are mistook, as I pick them more fresh than the ripened fruit of panty dancers at a porn try-out.

If I choose a word, I mean it.

If you have taken offense to it as a side swipe, maybe you ought to look it up and confirm what you think it to mean.

Naw, Why do that?

That is a waste of time.

And so is trying to convey my ideas to the one’s that think I will not listen or approve.

Make an effort.

We all are making one, however misguided the mental sweat may be.

Life is not emotion.

Life is communication, translation, and perspiration.

Some may flavour it with logic and rationale.

Hopefully you are with me on that …

Upon arrival at home tonight, I looked up into the sky while walking from the mailbox and saw a single red balloon (no worries eviro-freaks, it was not Mylar) and I thought of the song ‘99 Red Balloons’; or it’s original title of ‘Neun und Neunzig Luftballoons’. I mentally masticated, or chewed a bit of the craw, instantly contemplating the Nazi comparison that is so loosely thrown around our vernacular ala vermin lately. From Chavez to the Average Joe out on the street, we find the 'Bush is Hitler' and 'America is like Nazi Germany' rant and banter everywhere. College capmuses, Starbucks overheards, nightly news, blogs. Is this really what we want our youth to think? Is this really what we think or is the fluoride in our water really another version MK Ultra and we are reciting back some sort of weak tongued revolution nonsense that a rather intelligent nincompoop wouldn’t even think of uttering, even if he were a cow?

Ok. Maybe I have taken it a tad too far … no … wait a minute … I haven’t!!! I must be fighting off the fluoride!

I know what it must be, beyond the MTV drivel shot of brainwashed super four channel mind screw, it is the ‘Day Fire’ which is now going on a month. I am thinking it should be the ‘Month Fire’ now. Something nomenculturally prescribed a day and given a month to accomplish it’s feat … I am thinking that this fire is a new Senator from the State of California, which will gallantly segue me into a couple of tonight’s topics.

Politics are back. Be afraid, very afraid.

California State Senator Gil Cedillo (http://democrats.sen.ca.gov/templates/SDCTemplate.asp?cp=MemberPage&pg=senhome&sln=Cedillo&sdn=22&zrn=Zone/) is back for, I think, the seventh time with SB 60 (Senate Bill 60), which was promptly vetoed by big bad Gubernator Schwarzenegger. This is the ‘Driver Licenses For ILLEGALS’ bill that he has been relentlessly hoping for the fruition of, hence the nick name ‘One-Bill Gil’. Three years ago was attempt six and Arnold promised to consider it upon further revision. That dumb ass son of a bitch Gil, gallantly representing Los Angeles District 22 - with a bone through his brain, never changes the legislation wording or purpose. He will not give an inch and the voters of California won’t even give him a fraction of that regardless, never mind a mile. Gil has denounced the Governor as kowtowing and catering to ‘hatred and bigotry’. Should we be giving licenses to ILLEGAL immigrants who have broken the law by entering the country, staying here, driving without insurance, increasing insurance rates for all of us in the Golden State, and continuing to drive after multiple DUI’s (I experienced this breed of individual first hand on the chain gang and they do so with absolutely no regard for anyone, anything, or any dimension)? So is it ‘bigotry’? Is it ‘hatred’? It certainly is not, it is logic. Gil needs a healthy dose of melon juice to perpetuate the little microcosm of logic that we all have access to, or at least I thought all of us up until this recent attempt.

The other little smidgen of legislation (on a National level this time) regarding the ILLEGAL immigrant issue was relayed and conveyed to me via the airwaves from the mouth of California Congressman to the House of Representatives Ed Royce (http://www.royce.house.gov/). Ed, right now, is probably mixing a few drinks and awaiting the return of the ‘border fence’ bill that is being mulled about the Senate mill with cozened motives of scrutiny (when in reality they are holding it until 3 a.m. E.S.T. in hopes that the Representatives will just give up and go nite-nite). They have approved the funding and it is exactly the good start we need to mend the national divide over ILLEGAL immigration. The bill (which Barbara ‘Douche Bag’ Boxer and Dianne ‘Shit Sack’ Feinstein oppose and are hoping to slip in migrant farm worker remedies which would appear as a power play prematurely to the border being zipped up like the fly of Ben Stiller in ‘Something About Mary’) will return to the House for approval of add on’s and we should expect some resolve from our Congressmen and women sometime around three a.m. The funding as been approved to the tune (I know this is a tough melody to even hum, but we must) 1.2 Billion Dollars and will provide the heavily and heatedly debated 700 mile fence (which is more of a maximum security wall of death that would make the Great Wall appear as a speed bump rather than a fence) and would leave enough left over to pay for the equipment to build said wall, virtual reality wall devices for North and South, and we could mosey on and up from there. The bill also changes the current policy of ‘catch and release’ to ‘catch and return’. It puts fishing off the coast of Cabo San Lucas into perspective. Mexico is obviously pissed because they do not recognize the fact that we even have a border with them. They think it is a giant color-form off peel and move and we think it to be more of a cement wall that needs the Dutch Boy to finger some Dykes, or at least most of us do. Funny how Mexico strictly enforces it’s Southern border, huh? Pot meet kettle.

Fuck Mexico! I am tired of this shit. This whole debate has angered me to the point that I actually have to close my eyes and breathe in order to recognize the amazing culture and knowledge, as well as perseverance, of an ethnicity of societal and primal contribution to man's evolution that has entirely been grouped into federal funding chaos and burden in this country.

I am not diggin’ any of the shadow government ‘Panama to The Artic/North American Union’ conspiracies that revolve around that damn NAFTA super-highway or any of it. We need this country. We are this country. It appears to me that the loss of identity in this world of questionable online identities is being so swiftly and incredulously accepted that we will never know where we actually stand upon death and our children will most definitely be in a vague masked world of anonymity and dissolve of recognition through character and resolve when the last breath comes a callin'. We will become an a-moralistic society of heathens, but it will all be one big globe of them. Being on-line zombies does not help rectify this rectum.

Third point on the ILLEGAL issue, much like the gilded triton of Neptune’s power and authority, is the pending California legislation to offer ILLEGAL immigrant children an in-state tuition and, AND, financial aid in order to attend state colleges. I have a personal beef with this. I did not get accepted to Humboldt State University, which was my first choice. I did get accepted to the University of Anchorage Alaska and to the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. I chose UMass because the suicide and alcoholism rates at UAA was over 70% cumulatively. I graduated from High School in California. I expected to be accepted to a grass ridden school of dope fiends acquiring financial aide like Duke lacrosse players accumulate rape charges. I did not. Fuck Hyme, Charva, Cheuy, Paco, Juan, and Nacho; fuck them indeed. Come in to our ‘casa’ legal style and such and I will gladly offer you an education. If not, than attend the Universal College of Medicine in Mexico City and go practice medicine in the Azores!

I suppose at this point of mental rape that I could consider myself along the lines of Mark Foley's victems.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr Foley! What were you thinking? You are the Chairman of the Congressional Caucus for Exploited and Missing Children!?!?! What were you doing - research!?!?!? From here on out the story is only bound to get more visciously sexual and violent than the nightmares of John Mark Karr or Jeffrey Dahmer. What a perverse World we grip onto.

Makes sense since it is High School Tragedy Season here in the United States. Line ‘em up, count ‘em up, Rawhide.

I don’t even want to attack Mr. Foley as we all find it vile and perverse. He’s gone anyway, anywho, anyhow.

I won’t even attack the 90 year old woman in Palmdale, CA who ran down a bus of special needs kids because she did not see the red light.

Attack is held deep like a poisonous pit, the downfall of the puffer fish.

I know when to attack. I just did. I refrain when it is a necessity.

I am listening and reading.

It is taking a bit to catch up.

I will, I am.

Hold on tight, like a pink dressed girl on prom clutching the rosary.

I am back.

No ‘jabbayaddos’ needed …

I thought the coverage would be a tad bit more deceiving. I have to admit that I was almost hoping that they would play it out as a much more spontaneous event and that the arrests would be much more of a media flurry of sympathy and edge of the seat, baited breath anticipation of impending violence and riot. I was sure they would be reminiscing, from stiff blue suit chairs, about the fire hoses of Watts, Reginald Denny and how he deserved to be beat by the kept down black men of South Central, and of course the liberal crème de la crème magic sack pull-out ~ Kent State. None were mentioned. The veil had been pulled from the toothless mustached Island woman of the arranged marriage before the aisle day.

I am of course writing about the ILLEGAL immigrant non-unionized Hotel and Restaurant workers civil assembly on Century Blvd in Los Angeles that occurred tonight right next to Los Angeles International Airport (LAX).

The best deception of the local nightly news coverage was that it was a civil assembly of ‘migrant workers’ or ‘immigrant workers’. They are looking to be unionized to fight for higher wages and health benefits. It is primarily a gathering of ILLEGAL immigrants. The talking heads didn’t get to even cover the arrests as it did not occur until about twenty minutes after the news was over.

Hey!, Paco - I don’t get benefits and after taxes I take home about 300 dollars a week! If you don’t like your friggin’ job go get a new one!

This is actually not the debate or discussion to be had regarding this event that is wasting our tax monies by occupying the 10’s, if not 100’s, of policemen and others that are monitoring the situation. Not to mention all fo the airport traffic that was diverted by a minimum of an hour and the lost business to the hotels, limo services, and other LAX affiliated and associated services for businessmen and tourists.

This assembly was arranged weeks prior.

Yes, that’s right, arranged, as in orchestrated all for the sole purpose of media attention.

I guess they got me but I am not giving them the sympathetic ear that they are looking for.

Weeks ago the assembly orchestrators met with the police commissioner and city officials to set up the four hundred arrests that occurred due to sitting in the middle of Century Blvd in front of L.A. hotels such as the Westin. The protesters that were to be arrested not only were pre-booked/pre-arrested in order to accommodate a speedy release but also given lots of advice for ‘arrest night’ and taught how to deal with being arrested at a special three hour class that they were given by police officials. Some were even reported as participating in role playing exercises in order to prepare for being yelled at by angry detoured drivers and passersby’s that were inconvenienced by the staged pile of crap gathering that should put to shame the names of the organizers and the city officials that allowed this to happen. To see a list of police and city officials that allowed this happen go to the John and Ken Show website at: http://www.johnandkenshow.com/.

Before the big arrival time of 4:30 p.m., the participants were told to be prompt or they would not be able to be arrested. Upon arrival to place their license in a brown envelope so they can be expedited efficiently upon detainment and also to leave jewelry at home so you don’t need to check in property at the jail and be detained longer. Do not carpool in case you end up at a different jail than other people in your car pool party thus leaving you stranded. The last tid bit of wisdom was to bring friends and family members for support.

When they arrived they received a yellow sign to allow law enforcement to distinguish the arrestables from the average protester. They were also given colored arm bands that coincide with a specific hotel to sit in the street in front of.

MEchA is involved throughout this entire event and I should not need to tell you anymore than that and if you don't know about that organization google MEchA or Aztlan.

 "Nelson Mandela spent most of his life in prison," said Glen Arnodo, a top staffer for Unite Here, as he welcomed workers. "We're going to spend one night."

Can you believe that?!?!?!? They are comparing themselves to Nelson Mandela?!?!?! They might as well thow in Frederick Douglas and Harriet Tubman! Truly ridiculous, ourageous, and sickening!

Six of them were informed not, NOT, to show up because they have impending arrest warrants for crimes. What the fuck is that about? Why not have them show up and get the criminals, even if just six, off the street?!?!?

No shit! I am NOT lying. It is documented, unlike the workers who are bitching in the streets full of smiles and as they gather for guffaws. The situation was reported by on the scene mic holders as joyful and full of glee and giggles.

6:10 p.m. was meant to be the time of arrest.

At 6:45 the last call for dispersal was announced as the horses came in with the officers citing ‘Unlawful Assembly‘.

They all wore shirts that said, “I am A Human Being” - these were part of the gift baskets that the assemblers fated for detention received. Along with the shirts they received a burrito dinner upon jail release, legal representation if need be, and van transportation from the jails.

Are you sick yet?

I just filled a waste basket with a chunky spew of disgust.

The Head of the LAX Westin said that the employees make a good wage, have benefits, paid vacation, holidays, personal holidays, and sick days. Most employees have been there ten years plus. Sounds like a good package. Maybe it is time for me to trade in my trade and go scrub shit stains from the porcelain. I don’t have any, ANY, of those benefits; although I am learning a skilled craft.

If I go make beds or bus tables or empty waste baskets do I get a ‘Human Being’ t-shirt?

I want mine to say ‘Human Bean’.

Ok. Maybe that was out of line.

To read the whole story that the L.A. Times printed go to: http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-protest28sep28,1,6343290.story?coll=la-headlines-california&ctrack=1&cset=true. 

I listened to the coverage live on the radio and watched the smidgen or two of live clip from the heli-news-copter on the nightly. I can’t wait to see what CNN and NPR have to say about it. I am sure that Hannity will have a mouthful tomorrow night along with Alien Head Colmes, I’m sorry, I mean Allen.

Sheriff time, detention officer time, police time, city official time, airport associate workers time, traffic time, all that time and money. Tax money. Capitalist money from business owners and business men traveling.

I truly live on the planet of La La.

Fucking insane!

A God damned field trip of laughs and chortle as they get cuffed and hope that the joke is on the gullible feeling sympathy for them as they watch the news intently.

Is this really what we want?

Is this really what you would support?

Take the ILLEGAL faction and fraction out of the equation, would you want it still?

Hey! Paco, get another job and let people go about their business.

How does that Cheech and Chong song go about Mexican-Americans:

“Go to night school, take Spanish, get a ‘C’”

I was a union member for a long time and for the most part the modern day unions cause absolutely nothing but trouble. This is not the day of Hoffa. This is not the day of child labour lawlessness. This is not the day of 72 hour shifts (unless you live in Bakersfield).

Turns out a lot of the arrested were white hippies getting arrested on behalf of the ILLEGAL immigrants screaming nonsense in Spanish.

I am over it.

Time to demand all of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo money back with inflation taken into consideration. Destroy the infrastructure and give California back.

Better yet, take away any and all aid that we send to Mexico.

Even better yet, do what I am going to do:

CALL YOUR CONGRESSMEN AND WOMEN!

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD!

MAKE A DIFFERENCE …

“From the O.D. of T. Owens, to the words of Bubba C.”

Sing along through the current events.

So much space to cover and limited modem agreeability on my side.

We have Clinton giving a ‘spine implant’ to the Democrats. We have a Cowboy mixing up his meds. We have Vanderbilt University professors spewing anti American rhetoric at a 9-11 remembrance meeting. We have California legislators trying to save the World with their phoney-baloney emissions bill, all while they drive SUV’s of some variety or another (one of them drives an Expedition but says it is to help deliver turkeys on the holidays). The wild fires continue to burn in California, and that is not a reference to the Angelides/Schwarzenegger grasp of the gubernatorial seat to be. We watched Pakistan and Afghanistan making the flag rowed rounds of the White House podium to talk to the President and the press corps. Kids in Colorado held hostage. This morning, an earthquake hit near Pongo that I laughed at because it was ‘only’ 6.7 (I remember when 6.0 meant something). The locusts are about to attack the Yucatan. Allen is a racist. Fitzgerald gets escorted out of the building as a suspicious package is looked into. Six Mexican Nationals escaped a Federal prison on the Texas Mexican border (I figure they are coming to California for welfare benefits). Hugo Chavez and the Pope run off at the mouth and stir up much fury against them. Dick Morris pipes up and let’s us all know that Clinton is just being Clinton. Couric is doing well. The Dow Jones is doing better. And last, but not least, … Patricia Kennedy Lawford died.

It’s no wonder that I forgot to mention that last Tuesday, the Nineteenth, was National “Talk Like A Pirate Day”.

AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

The best thing about not having written politics in awhile and not having really discussed them, is that I can play dumb. Normally that is the most difficult thing for me to do. However, it is the best thing that one can do in general conversation, as it enables us to learn the candid view points of the other people in the conversation and forces us to shut up and listen (something that is difficult for all of us to do when talking about the passion points of politics).

The news story that I felt comfortable tossing a dime into was the one last week about the man who was trying to smuggle endangered monkeys out of the country at LAX. The monkeys were in his under pants. There were two of them. Let the perversions, puns, and play on words ensue.

This morning on Fox, CNN, and MSNBC they used the term 'reverse racism' in regards to a white girl not being accepted to a school because she is white. I wrote a piece about this recently and this would be a good time to revist the debate of racism vs. reverse-racism, and how language can make no sense in order to instill guilt, fear and stupidity.

It seems as though we are all playing Chinese checkers colour blind or with flourescent marbles under a black light. I am not sure which.

I do know there are a lot of marbles and I hope we don't lose them.

I am getting back into the swing of things.

I have had some modem issues this week and have signed up for my probation mandated classes that I must take for 18 months. Weekdays are going to be tough for awhile but I will do my best to keep up the rambles and pre-ambles.

Slow dissent into the pit of politics.

I am going back in.

I am taking point.

Everyone flank.

It could get dangerous.

‘Mama told me not to come’ …