Feelin' the love...

You are all so sweet. I have recovered fully from my nerve in neck problem without doctors or drugs. I have been better for a few days but have been caught up in my latest obsession, decluttering and organizing my home. This will be a shocking admission, I'm certain. I am not tidy. Clean, yes. Together and tidy, not so much. I am forever losing important papers, my driver's license, etc. I put something down and it is as if it disappears. It doesn't help that I am also terribly forgetful, partly due to my meds, partly because I always have been. I always forget one thing wherever I go. It never fails. But I am ready to turn over a new leaf. I'm tired of losing things and I'm tired of annoying Jd. I've borrowed several home organizing books from the library for ideas and helpful tips. I've made a little progress. Time will tell if it sticks.

Some random thoughts now.

1. Does it strike any other Americans as odd that gas prices are suddenly dropping so drastically? Hmmm....I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that some big elections are coming up in November. Sure. Right. It's just a coincidence. They must think we are idiots. I have to say that I am pleased that all but one of the candidates I voted for won the recent primary election. Now if I can only convince Jd to vote...He says he served his country for four years, he has the right to choose not to vote. I can't believe I ended up with someone so politically apathetic.

2. I keep seeing this commercial on tv for "New Orleans-style" rice dishes. It's all Mardi Gras and jazz band, "have a taste of New Orleans". I told Jd if they really want a taste of New Orleans they ought to show folks living in flood damaged homes full of mold, without access to running water, electricity, medical care and food. The homicide and suicide rate in New Orleans is going through the roof but nobody seems to care anymore. We've moved on, it's old boring news now. So what if thousands are still homeless and destitute? Have some rice!

3. There's a woman in my neighborhood we call "Meth Mom". Everytime we see her she is always tweaked and dragging two somewhat neglected kids behind her. For those who are lucky enough not to know and see this shit, Meth is one nasty drug. Extremely addictive and extremely destructive. It's made from decongestant, antifreeze, and plenty of other deadly, unsavory ingrediants. Users are sometimes called "tweakers" because when using, they always twitch and fidget. Meth also REALLY rots teeth. Anyways, her older kid goes to the same school as my son. I went to pick him up from school the other day and there she was with her younger one. The kid was in pajamas and barefoot, hair uncombed. It was fifty degrees and windy. Meth mom was in flip-flops, smoking a cigarette and PREGNANT. I feel for her kids...it's not their fault but they are definately paying the price. I want to help but what can I do? Call the cops or childrens' services because I suspect the mother is a meth addict? I don't have any proof, other than her tweaks,bad teeth and the fact that she looks like she hasn't eaten in a year. Yeah, I am willing to put money on it. But is my gut instinct enough to go on? Has anyone else ever been in this kind of position? What did you do? Would you do anything or just hold your tongue?

Wake up American Idol idiots

The media is using 9-11 to get ratings. The government is using 9-11 to further terrify the citizens into complacently giving up their privacy and civil rights, to support an unjustified war, to ignore the billions of dollars spent on war while social programs in the US dry up and die. They use it to control YOU.

As the fifth anniversary of 9-11 grows closer, I am more and more disgusted. I am tired of the damn movies and tv shows reliving it over and over and over again. Don't get me wrong, I am fully aware of what a horrific event is was. The loss of life and the way it was taken is staggering. It was nothing other than evil, cold-blooded mass murder and terrorism by the true definition of the word. What I cannot stomach is seeing this awful tragedy set to a soundtrack like some stupid-ass movie. It's not a movie. It's not tv. It was a real event, those were real people, not Hollywood actors. It has forever scarred us. The media is having a field day with this even five years later. It sickens me. They treat this like a ratings blitz. ENOUGH ALREADY!!! I don't think anyone who was alive will ever forget what happened. We never should. It is now part of American history and should be treated with dignity and honesty. Instead it is made glossy and sensationalized and censored and almost pretty. A tale of good vs. evil, a story of regular people turned into heros. What the media ought to be doing is working every angle trying to uncover every bit of fact, showing it as it truly was--without the use of actors, music clips, and slow motion camera tricks. They should be digging into the causes of that day, of the embarassing impotent failure of the US government on EVERY level. I don't for one minute believe the bullshit the government tries to serve as truth. We've seen time and time again that the current administration of full of liars and thieves.

Here is my statement to the media and to the government: You are gutless, lying, soulless bastards and you ought to go fuck yourselves and try to figure out how you can live with your blatant exploitation of such tragedy. How do you look at yourself in the mirror without a shred of integrity? You make me ashamed to be called an American, even to be a human.
NOT EVERYTHING SHOULD BE PACKAGED AND COMMERCIALIZED ASSHOLES.

'Crocodile Hunter' Irwin Killed by Stingray

The first time my best friend and I ever saw this man on tv, we came up with a nickname for him. It's not very catchy but it is appropriate. Good-bye, Fucking Crazy Australian.

Sept. 4, 2006 — Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and conservationist known as the "Crocodile Hunter," was killed Monday by a stingray while filming off the Great Barrier Reef. He was 44.

Irwin was at Batt Reef, off the remote coast of northeastern Queensland state, shooting a segment for a series called "Ocean's Deadliest" when he swam near one of the animals, which have a poisonous barb on their tails, his friend and colleague John Stainton said.

"He came on top of the stingray and the stingray's barb went up and into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said Stainton, who was on board Irwin's boat at the time.

Discovery News

On a more personal note, I'd also like to say good-bye to Cary. You always treated me like your own daughter, even taking me on family vacations. You always made me feel welcome. Although I hadn't seen you in years, I never forgot you. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch with you and your family and I am so sorry for their loss. You were too young to die. I hope you are feeling better now, wherever you are.