I don’t know any Iraqis personally…
April 12th, 2007…but if anyone I know knows any Iraqi citizens, please give them my heartfelt apologies. Short of marching on Washington and burning the place to the ground, I don’t know of any way to fix the problem short term.
Oh, that and I had a scary dream about ghosts in a basement last night at 4am, and I have apocolyptic nightmares from time to time, and I watched Children of Men and the bonus material which included an excellent and profoundly deep examination of human existance…well, I’m not feeling my most optimistic about things continuing in a tidy fashion…christ, who am I kidding.
We’ll be lucky …there I go again, trying to polish a turd.
One hundred years from now, the world will be nothing as it is today. And I don’t mean to contrast 1907 to 2007. I mean, a completely different fucking place. Whether it is a world gone Mad Max, run by pockets of warlords with SKS rifles or a totalitarian society ala V is for Vendetta or 1984 or some global-warming run amok and people woke up to the fact that they need to reform society on a fundamental level…shit is going to change. In an amazingly profound way…the way shit always changes, slowly at first so you barely notice the water getting warm, until a leap or fit happens that wakes you up and brings pause to your life: christ, how did this come to pass, that I am boiling in a pot of water?
…when it had been happening slowly under our noses the entire time…
Here is to hoping people realize that borders are figments of a politicians imagination; that all people, regardless of ethnicity or nationality, truly are created equal and fully due the basic and fundamental rights of every other man, woman and child; that people understand that to create a better society, the deep and ancient dream of improvement and betterment, we need to treat every single person as our personal next door neighbor, to put it in a local colloquialism.
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“Change don’t come at once, it’s a wave”
“Mission Accomplished!” - harass your representatives to subpoena Rove here.









I’m sure there were some horses in those dreams.
I can never remember my dreams in great detail.
The end is near…Jesus is coming…can’t you feel it?
WOOHOO!!! Let’s party like it’s 1999!!!!