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Obama Is Not The Enemy

We should seriously consider primarying him, though.

We need to talk about it.

comment war

or whatever with all that text.

That’s this evening’s new news.

I want to talk about the news.

Can we do that? Can we get around here hassling each other publicly about issues, without all this comment war?

Fuck comment war. How about we get into “You can do just about whatever you want here, and we’ll pretty much ignore you.”

That kicks hell out of comment war.

I wanted community

(fail crosspost from citrus)

I wanted friends. I wanted all sorts of social stuff.

Instead, I got war.

The Bad Thing

(crossposted from The Free Speech Zone)

This is the story of the Bad Thing. It’s scary. Don’t read this without your mommy.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

He’s Not Your Boyfriend

I am utterly sick of all this carrying on here about how people are not allowed to criticize Barack Obama.

He’s not your boyfriend.

(crossposted from naranja)

broken windows and empty hallways

I’m still fucked up about this shit. I know it will come back.

Tonight I rock, tonight I get out of it, into y’all.

But tomorrow it will come back. teh pain.

In all fairness

look at this

More New Crazy Sturff

Srsly people, we have to get comfortable with craziness, if we are going to keep keep on keeping on as a blog that WILL sustain, WILL tolerate eccentricity, WILL comprise people who will just be happy to just hang out here and write shit like this,

and say; “Yes, We Love You! We Don’t Worry About It If You Seem Crazy!”

But you can talk, you can talk, you can talk.

A Day Off For The Homeless, 1987

I posted this on naranja a year or so ago. I meant to repost it here this November…I got into a lot of sadness and forgot.

But here it is again. A Thanksgiving essay, a little late.

Or maybe not so much, as Molly Ivins might have said.

I found it and pasted it from DK. I thought about editing it, but decided, no.

This what and where I was then, last year around this time. It’s a little rough, I know. It could use trimming.

But I think I got the passion right, and I don’t want to risk trimming the passion.

love,

This is the Best Blog!

Why is this the best blog? Let me count the ways. In no particular order, and no there won’t be a poll about what order my points should be in.

However, please do add your own reasons why this is the BEST blog.

There may be a poll about that.

Also, music may be added! like I am doing while I’m writing this.

We Should March On Washington

(crossposted from daily kos) (here: http://www.dailykos.com/story/…

Too many promises betrayed, and now this new war escalation.

Is this blog called “Daily Kos” or is it called “Daily Barack Obama?”

I thought we were activists.

Mama Gaia Rap, Poem with Music!

The part with the poem:

in your hair

everywhere

you despair

oh beware

Mama Gaia everywhere.

Don’t be shy

don’t deny

she’ll espy

as you cry

Mama Gaia says comply.

If you jump

on the land

feel so grand

in her hand

You are just a lump.

Lump of clay

anime

In her hair

play and play

Mama Gaia she just stare

At foolish lumps

getting bumps

from themselves

silly elves

Mama Gaia she so bored

Foolish humans have her floored

Stuff she made as

silly maid

now she’s grown up

so are we

do we see?

Mama Gaia start to roll

tired of the elves gone troll

Knows inside

where we hide

in our hearts

fits and starts

We don’t need this foolish crap

Mama Gaia knows the rap.

What to do?

See it through.

Mama Gaia there with you.

See her in

every shade

Every shadow ever made.

See her in

golden spin

turning flowers, light within.

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