October 1st, 2008


Ruled, not Represented

I see that "our" senate just passed the seven-hundred billion dollar give-away to the financial industry, despite public sentiment across party lines being heavily opposed to the measure. Lest anyone had any doubts before, I hope this demonstrates to everyone the huge lie that is "representative democracy." We are not "represented." We are "ruled."

By self-serving scumbags.

They Both Voted For It

</a>"The official name of this bill is: H.R. 1424 The Paul Wellstone Mental Health and Addiction Equity Act of 2007"</a>.

After both of them invoked "veterans" and "post-traumatic stress disorder" in the debates, the two loathsome scumbags both supported seven-hundred billion dollars in hand-outs to the wealthy under the name of a dead guy in the guise of addressing mental health and addiction issues.

How low can these parasites sink? How high can they stink?

Did you know that Obama's grandmother is a former vice-president of Bank of Hawaii? Just thought I'd mention that bankers are like family to "Barry."

As for McCain: moire pattern on his necktie during the debate, 'nuff said. (If he can't even pick a decent wardrobe consultant for his major TV appearance -- avoid narrow horizontal stripes is one of the first things you learn at cable access production facilities -- how can we believe he'll have reputable advisors in the White House?)

Lucky Me

Fortunately for me, when I find myself getting worked up over things I can't control (maybe I jinxed the bailout package when I emailed my senators -- both of whom supported it despite my, and everyone else's, opposition), my wonderful internet circle has ways of cheering me up, both with things they're posting now, and things they've posted in the past which come to mind.

Over the past few weeks I've found myself chuckling at odd moments as the nickname of one of my circle, based on the Japanese term for shrimp rice, comes unexpectedly to mind! So glad XXX shared that one!

Trippin' with Trippy

I shall stop agonizing over politics now, and return to agonizing over whether to lug the 200mm Canon lens along on the trip to the Grand Canyon. It's a nice lens, but I scarcely used it in Alaska. Most of the southwest photos I've looked at on Flickr were taken with wide-angle rather than long lenses.

Still... what if I spot a jackalope?

Other debate over what to take: tablets, notebooks, and pens. I usually take too many, thinking I will write and draw and all that fun stuff, and then I never do. I often take a letter-size lined pad for writing letters, a 9x12 Mead drawing pad, and several pencils and several pens. This time I'm thinking a couple of kraft-paper pocket cahiers, and maybe a pocket-size sketchbook, two pencils, and two pens.

I'm pretty sure at this point that I will not be taking the laptop computer. More than the usual grumpiness may ensue.

How about books? I usually end up trying to sleep rather than reading on the airplane flights. I shall probably take two, altho' since one of the contenders is a big, clunky library book, this may change.

I shall have to actually, like, pack tomorrow. But tonight, I can wallow in indecision.