No one here gets out alive....

I want that on my headstone.
Either that, or "Is everybody in? The Ceremony is about to begin..."


Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I'll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try


Is Ken Lay really dead? I'm not buying it unless I take a DNA sample and run it myself.

I'm not feeling very inspired these days. True, I'm getting over food poisoning from a bad burger - serves me right for eating meat - but there's a general ennui that I can't shake. I haven't read the political blogs I normally haunt in months, not that anyone would miss me. Athana is working on a book, so she hasn't been around to bounce ideas around with. The news is all just so patently bad that I don't know where to begin. How many laws do ya have to break for it to add up to "high crimes and misdemeanors" anyway? I pretty sure that when Thomas Jefferson wrote that law, he was thinking more about illegally spying on the American people and other Civil Rights violations than blow jobs. (Franklin would have been thinking about blow jobs...and beer.)

I watched some of the talks from the YearlyKos conference on CSpan today, and that has me wondering why the hell we are wasting our time. The people with the connections don't get it; the people that get it don't have the connections. Our inherent diversity is working against us, and that's shameful. Progressives ought to know better...

The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We're takin' over
Come on!

Progressives are still WAY too comfortable with sexists and sexism to make any real societal change. You may not win with us, guys, but you definitely can't win without us. Wake Up! If the Revolution's not inclusive, then it's not a revolution, it's just the same shit all over again. god is dead - Viva La Mama!

Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand
Trying to tell me no one understands
Trade in your hours for a handful dimes
Gonna' make it, baby, in our prime
What I wouldn't give to vote in a real election...

And to the MRA assholes who keep writing that I hate men, get a freakin' clue. I love men - it's patriarchy I hate. I know your two-dimensional brains can't process that, but seriously, if you're over 16 you should be able to hold more than two thoughts in your head at one time. Stretch a little. I'm not posting the hate you spew, so move on, you fascist twit.

Remember that episode of Seinfeld where Kramer got a student intern? That's what I need. I need an intern. I don't do anything, but I'd do it much better if I had some help. I know this because I used to have room mates that were really cool and they did what an intern would do. Unfortunately, my "staff" is in Ireland, having the time of her life and I'll be surprised if she comes back. At least somebody is having a good time. ;-P

I have a new project to tell y'all about, but I need to be in a positive frame of mind for that. It's hard to be positive with food poisoning. So, I'm throwing it out to you readers. What would you like me to write about? I'm taking requests.

(Hey, if I could make things up, I'd finish my book - Spalding Gray)

Lyrics by JIM - "get together, one more time..."