I haven’t been on in days and days, and it absolutely fucking breaks my heart to read this.

I remember what Docudharma did for me like it was yesterday when last winter we were almost evicted for back taxes. We are still on the brink, constantly, dodged foreclosure by days again…. they keep promising to rework the lying trick they pulled when they boosted our interest to 18%, but I know we are ALL close to the same fucking boat.

Now goddamn it, OPOL before you argue, you generously helped my ass when I was down.

Do you know how generous and cool this man is? Do you all KNOW how kind he was to me? Shit, crying again.

So even if you, like me, can only donate 20 bucks, now is the time. Even 5 for every regular reader he has…..

Even if we cannot save his rental, lets help him transition.

OPOL set up a Paypal right now, ok? Right NOW, or post a PO box. Do it.

I just had company just walk in, so I’ll be back in an hour or two to finish this.

I know this community will come through, and this is going elsewhere as well.

YOU CANNOT STOP LIBERALS FROM HELPING EACH OTHER.

Breathless, almost trembling and thrilled, like that tightness in your body standing in front of a new, true love waiting for that first touch. Heart racing, mind overwhelmed into a perfect blank slate, waiting to write together a new history for yourselves.

It is going to be utter torture after I race off to vote this morning, drop our leaf blower to my friend Kate, drop Jake off at his friends to be babysat and have to spend 4 hours at work with no political input. Hand out iced teas, take orders, bus tables, bring extra Olga sauce. School is out, maybe I will be too busy to wonder and obsess.

TORTURE for a political junkie.

(I wasn’t going to cross post this from WWL, because it is weird, but maybe this crowd is more likely to get me. It got nothing there… so I won’t be offended if it doesn’t here either. LOL… I’m just me;)

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…and so much on my mind!

Douchebag chickenshit nasty crone of the year award?

Woman denies Halloween candy to Obama supporters

Fox 2 News says a sign posted outside Nagel’s house, about 12 miles west of Detroit, served notice to all trick-or-treaters. It read: “No handouts for Obama supporters, liars, tricksters or kids of supporters.”

Other reports had her grilling even tiny children at her doorstep, and even if they didn’t answer “I support McCain” because they were too young to even know politics, she sent them away crying.

When asked about children who’d been turned away empty-handed and crying, she said: “Oh well. Everybody has a choice.”

One has to think her house has moved waaaaaay up on a LOT of people’s Devil’s Night list for next year.

If only dreams came true. Next up?

In the “Diane really has weird dreams and is often the heroine of them…” vein, last night I had this trippy scenario:

My husband was talking yesterday about Afghanistan, how it was about to really blow up. Besides his ardent love of listening to NPR on various stations during his working hours, he had caught a Frontline “War Briefing” about Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Musharraf made a deal with the war lords, paid them off and got voted out of power. Bhutto got assassinated. You all know the recent history.

The real point of the show was that the influx of Extremist Muslims to the area from all over the Islamic world determined to make it an Islamic State has made it volatile.

Here’s where our conversation got interesting.

Lets forget that Hamburg abandoned the idea of starting first graders the year after Jake joined. Lets even forget how they looked like bobbleheads trying to hold up the helmets at that age.

Jake has long gotten over the abuse he endured as a pacifist kindergartner, the target of bullies who came home bruised. He has gotten over the fact I eventually had to take pictures of boot prints bruised into his back. I guess good parenting in the land of right wing toughies means something different then I anticipated. I failed him, I taught him to fight back way too late… including a trip to the emergency room with a spit open temple. His Dad did teach him that eventually- the bully, once his nose bloodied, left Jake alone.