11.09.04: I shall be launching my new look and feel of this site on Friday 12 November.

11.08.04: This is what we are fighting.

View the American lie at richdad.com. This is the bullshit we are poisoning our airwaves with, destroying our lives with, breaking all ties with; it is everyone's "dream," as it should be. (Man, that's a lot of clauses which end with prepositions.) That's what false consciousness does. (The American-lie thing, not the preposition thing. Although capitalism is at fault for that in some way, I'm just not sure how yet).

I'm writing an open letter to all Democratic U. S. Congresspeople and Senators denouncing their denunciation of the political left. I will post it here when near completion.

To everyone in those red states, Mark Hyman is your god. I am not a citizen of your "nation." Nor do I want to be.

Fight!

By the way, Ted is.

Check out Guerilla News Network's new look and feel. I've been posting on the forum under the nix id . . . you guessed it: faith!

But I have no faith for the hope of the amerikkka over the next few years. It's ironic, but not on the Alanis Morrissette way.

11.07.04:

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

"Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats

11.03.04: Effective at 1 PM today, I have given up hope in civil society. Ladies and gentlemen, tell me: is it that the American people are that gullable, or they are so blinded by ideology; the echoes that foretell the simple facts of material reality, incessantly foreboding everything that Young Mr. Bush is doing is bringing us to a quick and grim fate, as a society, as a nation, and as individuals.

Oh, yeah. To the Democratic Party, I told you so. Fuck Clinton, give me FDR! Gore?!?! Kerry?!?!? C'mon. Is it so much to ask for the left to be the fucking left?!?!?!

I don't think I can take another four years of "Compassionate Conservatism."

11.02.04: End this horrible bad dream I have been calling the Bush administration.

Oh, yeah. And no more Bushes please . . . Between Herbert Walker and Dubya and Jeb, I can take no more! Except maybe Jenna, but she'd have to be naked.

The Jets are winning. 41-14. I drink to you, Chad Pennington.

I got drunk last night.

This week's Economist parses the election as a choice of either "the incompetent or the incoherent."

I will be watching the election and drinking tonight. Not quite sure why I'm drinking yet . . . but one way or another, I'll be putting down either a six pack in celebration (non-Bush) or a vodka-and-sleeping-pill-cocktail (Bush).

Downloaded Firefox. It kinda rocks. I suggest others do the same.