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    So I have been looking for some old friends. Finally found them (the internet is amazing) and am back in touch with them. She is doing well and her daughter is so grown up and amazingly talented. She's a cutie too. Gonna be trouble now that the guys are poking around too. So I am heading to hang out for a day or two with them, maybe try ice skating again and will be off line for a couple of days it looks like. Hope you guys have a great new years. See ya' next year. (unless I come up with something important to say)
    The Christ was born this sacred day
    Rejoice hallelujah
    The bells ring out and angels wing
    Rejoice hallelujah
    The choirs voice of Seraphim
    Rejoice hallelujah
    Sing to His Glory the King of Kings
    Rejoice hallelujah

    and this one:

    Untitled
    Raise a glass my dear old friends
    Raise a toast on high
    For Our holy day is here at last
    Christmas Day is nigh
    The day of our own saviors birth
    Redemptions promise born
    Our lives are now made whole again
    Our souls no longer torn
    Everlasting life is ours
    Birthed upon a cross
    While in this life we may know death
    It’s not the final loss
    His life He gave so you may live
    No greater love can be
    Accept that love with open arms
    And heaven you will see
    “Does love exist?” asked the wizened old man
    who sat at the bar next to me
    “I love this beer” I quickly shot back
    “What other love could there be?”
    “The love” he says “that grabs your heart.
    The kind that won’t let go
    A love that passes on thru death
    And lives forever you know”
    Says I “that love lives not in this world friend,
    I’m certain it is gone”
    “Then come with me” the old man bade
    “We won’t be gone too long”
    He walked me thru the baby ward
    where a mother held her new child
    And in her eyes I saw a pure love
    which I knew would last more than awhile
    He took me to the mission inn
    where homeless go to eat
    The serving man behind the counter
    had rags wrapped round his feet
    “Old man” I said “should you not be
    the one receiving this fare?”
    He smiled a mostly toothless grin
    and said “look over there”
    I looked to where his ladle showed
    a family huddled close
    With their meals laid out in front of them
    offering up a toast
    “To God” they said,
    “as He provides for those who need the aid”
    To men who help with rag wrapped feet
    his thanks he simply bade
    Next we went to the grave yard where
    an old widow knelt in the dirt
    Cleaning the stone laid atop her dear mate
    even though her aged knees surely hurt…
    He took me aside to a mountaintop
    where three crosses stood side by side
    And showed me the spot on Jerusalems soil
    where for all our sins He did die…
    “You see the love that burns beyond our petty lives,
    you cannot deny its flame”
    And in the shadow of that cross
    I hung my head in shame…
    The love that burns brightest is the hardest to grab, its for this love He did die…
    And I saw the love burn
    and I felt my redemption
    And in the bright darkness I cried….


    Merry Christmas. May God hold you in the palm of his hand. And to all our soldiers not able to make it home this season (snaks this one is for you) Thank you.
    goes out...cuz it aint me shoveling snow....everything happens for a reason....
    It's snowing here....in the desert...been snowing since about dawn and gonna keep on for many many more hours....take your global warming and shove it ya lying sack...
    The last time I lived in this damnable desert here's what I got in November;





    Now I wake up to this;







    Only four days to Solstice....can't wait for summer....
    I watched you walk away today
    To go back to his arms
    Our time here is so fleeting now
    We must not raise alarms
    But one day soon the time will come
    When you can run away
    And I’ll be waiting for your love
    Just as I was today


    This one is completely her fault....I think

    Hearts Revival

    He sat alone within the crowd
    Which wandered past his chair
    He felt invisible to all
    Seeming not to care
    He sat alone within the crowd
    Which bustled gaily by
    To watch the world over his cup
    While letting his soul die
    Most e’ery day ‘twas just like this
    He sat alone to see
    The never-ending mumbling mass
    Of rank humanity
    His soul was black within his chest
    His heart was full of dread
    With every dawn his anger grew
    At not waking up dead
    He barely noticed those who passed
    Until one fateful day
    She wandered lithely into view
    Bathed in the suns soft ray
    She did what others had not dared
    She stopped and saw him there
    While staring deep into his eyes
    His senses screamed beware
    Those smoky eyes, her intense gaze
    Could be a deadly thing
    But not for him he understood
    His heart did not love sing
    She wandered o’er gracefully
    To sit across his bench
    Gently asking him his name
    His answer made her flinch
    I am the death of love, he claimed
    I steal away the soul
    Of women who consort with me
    My heart is made of coal
    Then come with me she bade of him
    I see the lie within
    Your heart lives still and craves the love
    Denial is a sin
    Against his will, he took her hand
    Standing straight and tall
    Following those swaying hips
    His facade began to fall
    She led him to her quiet room
    While bolting up the door
    She slowly let her clothing drop
    Upon the bare wood floor
    She smiled shyly as she asked
    If he would do the same
    His hands they shook as once again
    He played the timeless game
    The love they shared within her bed
    Was gentle, deep and true
    Time now passed as only time
    Wrapped up in love can do
    Many years have passed along
    Since that lass noticed me
    A truer love I know for sure
    Was never, nor could be
    So watch the world walk by I say
    Watch closely as they pass
    You never know when one will come
    To prove the perfect lass
    She walks along
    Alone upon
    The quiet midnight streets
    She smiles at
    The strangers who
    By chance she sweetly meets
    She walks alone
    The whole dark night
    Lost in her reverie
    She speaks to ghosts
    Locked in her heart
    Of things which cannot be
    She hears the whispers
    Of the past
    Echo within her mind
    With hope she can
    Go back again
    Her happiness to find
    Those lost to her
    Speak gentle words
    Of love and brighter days
    She walks alone
    On darkened streets
    Locked in her minds dark ways
    Your eyes say watch me
    Your lips say kiss me
    Your hands say hold me
    Your words say miss me
    I felt like reposting this. My friend Brian Travis has a new CD coming out in a couple of months and I have the honor of being of being on of the few select people receiving previews of the newly remastered songs. Tidal Wave is the first one of that bunch, and is simply a very fitting song, given recent history and I felt it needed reposting. I plan on interviewing BT soon.

    I think in the spirit of today I will dedicate this song. The person who it is dedicated to will know it is for them.

    Sitting in the sun
    Ya' been wasting all the water in the well
    Ya let the meter run
    Ya been running outta time
    That ya can't afford to sell
    Once you fell from grace
    Can you almost see your face
    Can you almost taste the bittersweet salt water
    Of that tidal wave?
    All the sand beneath your feet
    It took a billion years to complete
    That hour that you spent
    Blowing all you had
    In a relative instance
    Yeah once you fell from grace
    Can you almost see your face
    Can you almost taste the bittersweet salt water
    Of that tidal wave?
    Carefully they'll wash your dreams away
    destroy all that you made
    turn your castles into sand
    disrupt all of your plans
    you're not careful its not long before
    you're treading water far from shore
    Now you're sinking low
    You've been thinking about
    all the things you're letting go
    Made a big mistake this time
    all that matters now
    Is whatcha gonna do with the rest of your life?
    Now you can't replace, recapture or erase
    mistakes were made and now there's only music left to face
    Once you fell from grace and there's still dreams for you to chase
    Can you almost taste the bittersweet saltwater
    Can you almost taste the bittersweet saltwater
    Of that tidal wave
    I adore your gentle hands
    The way your cheeks do flush
    When words are whispered in your ear
    That make you fiercely blush
    Shudders course through my dark soul
    Whenever you draw near
    As soft caresses from sweet lips
    Allay my raging fear
    Your arms encircle chasing off
    The ghosts which haunt my heart
    While quiet words of tenderness
    Heal what once was torn apart
    Your tender eyes which hide such pain
    Confront my hesitation
    Within those eyes I see such hope
    They melt my reservation
    My redemption have you brought
    With words and gestures bold
    My muse you have saved my life from
    A death in bitter cold


    So all the gays are gonna take the day off and go volunteer to show how vital they are to society.

    In other words we get a day without pretentious snots bitching about window treatments and making snide comments about "breeders." We get a day without, what? waiters....interior decorators....male hair stylists (not that a man would know about that since we get our hair cut at a real barber shop, the kind that have nudie mags on the back tables)....maitre d's....I guess West Hollywood will come to a screeching stop.

    The best part about the day without a gay is we wont have to listen to Ryan Seacrest babble on about shit.

    Now at least these guys are doing something good. They are going to take the day and go do charity work. Not like when we had a Day Without an Illegal when they all marched in the streets and shut down traffic. At least the gay folks are gonna go do some charity work but it makes me wonder...just how many poverty stricken people need their house decorated anyway?
    "You have made your bed" is a phrase recurring in my life a lot lately.

    It applies to the country voting in Obama. It applies to someone I know.

    As for the country I will do what I can to help fix it.

    As to that person, I have done what I can, choices were made and I will always regret what has happened.

    Someday I hope to look back on this time and be able to say "I helped fix that" and "I am glad things are right again."
    I am gonna take a break. No blogging for a few days....no FB, no twitter, no myspace...no checking stats, email or anything else....I am gonna turn off this computer for awhile and find my head....and the other parts of my I seem to have misplaced.
    I can't say it any better than this.





    Time in a Bottle

    If I could save time in a bottle
    The first thing that Id like to do
    Is to save every day
    Till eternity passes away
    Just to spend them with you

    If I could make days last forever
    If words could make wishes come true
    Id save every day like a treasure and then,
    Again, I would spend them with you

    But there never seems to be enough time
    To do the things you want to do
    Once you find them
    Ive looked around enough to know
    That youre the one I want to go
    Through time with

    If I had a box just for wishes
    And dreams that had never come true
    The box would be empty
    Except for the memory
    Of how they were answered by you

    But there never seems to be enough time
    To do the things you want to do
    Once you find them
    Ive looked around enough to know
    That youre the one I want to go
    Through time with
    So life is intensely complicated right now. I find myself in a relationship beset by problems. Hiding ones activities from someone is not something that lends itself to having an easy and enjoyable relationship. Only being able to be someones friend openly for short bursts at certain times in certain places makes for a kind of stress that is both intense and exciting, while being draining and aggravating.

    Hopefully this can all change by summer at latest.
    First off I want to say thank you so kindly to all who have posted on my wall on facebook (and other places, you know who you are and I am tired of cleaning those comments off of my own bathroom wall) the barrage of well wishes. Today I turn 40. Not a great accomplishment for most. Given that at two and a half years old I was given less than a week to live, I would say 40 is, indeed, one hell of an accomplishment.

    Though I am beset what some call major health issues, they never stop me. I hate whiny crybabies who let minor things set them back or keep them from living life as fully as they possibly can and I refuse to be one.

    To my old friends, from faire, sfvrc, SPR, WAR, TWA and staclu; thank you for standing by me as you have. You never let me down, never let me quit and have always been there when I needed you most. I hope I have returned the favor when needed.

    To the new ones who have been appearing in droves (facebook and twitter are from HELL I tell you) may this be the start of many years of great friendship, hearty laughs and shared adventures.

    God Bless you all, and thank you. Now as my gift to you, a bit of doggerel;

    For four decades I've trod these boards
    Forty years behind this mask
    Polite applause, no booing please, a rose is all I ask
    For forty years I've been surprised at what life had in store
    So here's to watching life unfold
    At least for forty more
    I live in the land of sunshine and chicks
    Of finely made cleavage and movie star dicks
    The city it stretches for many a mile
    Drive all day long see a thousand fake smiles
    From the coast to the mountains it lies like a scar
    Where you must ride the bus if you aint got a car
    It is peopled with folks from all o'er the place
    Of every creed, every country and every race
    We got bums who were stars and stars who were bums
    Out here enough money turns rivals to chums
    We claim the Car Culture and we give you the shows
    With weekly cliffhangers to keep you on your toes
    We have stars on our sidewalks and pie in the sky
    Where a deal is a deal is a deal is a lie
    We've got earthquakes and mudslides and large forest fires
    You can't hear birds singing for the squeal of the tires
    But I wouldn't trade any of this home of mine
    From the mountains to seaside she looks mighty fine
    From the shores of Redondo on up to the Valley
    I love living in this strange place We call Cali
    The media empire that is...

    The election of Barack Obama was supposed to save the country, cause all of those other countries who spend an inordinate amount of time hating the U.S to love us (even when it was the U.S. which allowed them the ability to be free enough to do so) and usher in an age of "kumbuyah, let's all hold hands and dance around the altar of no more war" bullshit.

    Sixty three million people in the U.S. stuck their heads right up their ass and voted for obama's "hope" and "change" and now we have proof of the vapidity of the folks who honestly, really thought if we just elected obama their kumbuy-fucking-yah dreams would coalesce.

    PMSNBC daytime anchor Alex witt actually said this;

    "you certainly can't expect things to change on a dime overnight....There had been such a global outpouring of affection, respect, hope, with the new administration coming in, that precisely these kinds of attacks, it was thought -- at least hoped -- would be dampered down. But in this case it looks like Barack Obama is getting a preview of things to come."



    Now what kind of a retarded, deluded dumbass must one be to actually BELIEVE something as profoundly stupid as the election of barack obama is going to end terror attacks? Second, how in the hell does someone who is so blatantly an utter fucking moron secure a job on a news sho...oh wait...PMSNBC...got it.

    To all of you who actually hobbled down to the polls on the 4th of november to cast your ballot for the obamessiah, here's fair warning that the "I Told You So, DUMBASS Cluebat of Truth and Mockery" is going to be used liberally (pun completely intentional) for at least the next four years. If you wish to avoid the beatings email me and I will send you a Silica Umbilcus which will once again allow you to see the world and maybe, just maybe, not have such delusions of epic proportions.
    Well that's great cuz I love t-ball.

    Fucking LUH-oooozeER!!!
    *OK so it's a day early....I have officially lost track of days...not having a set schedule for work and doing the same thing everyday (get up at dawn, have coffee, ride bike, work out, run on machine while checking emails, hang out with Ultra Cool Sarcastic Son, sometimes go to work at lucrative job, flirt and have sushi before sliding home at some ungodly hour to do it all again) makes one lose track of the fact that days have names for a reason.

    In a new feature here in KM we bring you maudlin mondays. Each monday morning a post will go up not suited for those of you addicted to the snark about politics which is the usual stock in trade here. I am simply not in a snarky mood regarding politics lately. I have much bigger (to me) things on my mind. Besides, you guys are doing a bang up job. So here's todays Maudlin Post.

    Raindrops on a rose

    I saw raindrops perched so soft
    Upon a rose this morn
    As I awoke to watch the dawn
    To see the new day born
    The skies were clouded o’er in
    A slate hued shade of grey
    I thought it fitting that the sky
    Would match my heart this way
    I saw raindrops perched with care
    Upon a rose this day
    Reminding me of times since past
    When at love we would play
    Her petals lay in sweet repose
    They shimmered in the air
    They drew forth thoughts of petals flushed
    As gently you lay there
    For seeing drops upon the rose
    Reminded me of you
    It’s sad how memories can come
    From seeing morning dew
    I saw raindrops perched so softly
    On a rose it’s true
    Which caused my soul to weep again
    With memories of you


    Terrorist scum attack in the night
    Taking glee in the lives that they took
    Believing it's holy to slaughter those folks
    Who reject their damnable book
    They declare holy war on freedom and say
    We must convert or be damned
    To a life subjugated by pisslam's harsh rule
    No freedom, no Christ and no ham
    The media slugs who back evils ploy
    Should be lined up and shot dead
    After of course we beat them with chains
    For lacking a brain in their head
    So muzzies have claimed it is their way or naught
    We must convert or submit
    To them I just say bring it on, let us dance,
    You'll soon be a dead piece of shit
    ...you move with the rustle of the leaves and if we don't catch you sometimes you're gone.....you are a real kender...brilliant people tend to have a problem sticking with one thing for very long...you are brilliant - blindingly brilliant, that's why I love how you kender your way around...


    Grab Kender quickly or not at all......wise words...
    Girl on phone: I love the weather today, it's the perfect temperature

    Me: Really? What ya wearing?

    Her: A toe ring

    Me:.......I'm on my way.
    The words she spoke
    Inspired hope
    My heart it was aflutter
    She talked of ropes and ball gags too
    Whipped cream and peanut butter
    She talked of pleasure and of pain
    Of whips she whispered sweetly
    She tantalized my inner beast
    With hands strapped down so neatly
    I'll know torture she has said
    From which I'll not recover
    It all awaits within her hands
    As I will soon discover
    With the upcoming relaunch of our internet radio station (formerly "Wide Awakes Radio") I have taken to ranting on Blog Talk Radio to get back to ranting and raving and maybe tossing in some great music you have never heard before.

    To those who listened in to todays premiere (on such short notice) thank you. Podcast is available here and don't forget to subscribe as a friend. If you have a show topic feel free to send suggestions along via email.

    And to she who checked out the post meant for her, keep checking back....smiles sent your way with hopes for finding yourself again with what you had before still there.

    I sit and watch my inbox

    Longing for yet fearing

    A message sent from you;

    I sit and listen to my phone

    I know not what to do;

    Shall I call you, shall I write

    Shall I stay alone;

    I sit and watch my inbox and

    I listen for the phone;

    I’ve said my piece;

    I’ve offered up

    My love complete and true;

    I sit and watch my inbox

    With fear I’ll hear from you;

    I fear your heart will lose the love;

    I fear your heart will fail;

    I fear your fears will cause me to

    Exist in my own hell;

    My fears have caused your love to fail;

    It caused you pain and grief;

    I know that once we were as one

    That time now seems so brief;

    Your heart must know

    The truth I speak and

    That I love you still;

    I sit and wait to hear from you

    And fear I never will

    So many things are causing time to stand still. The coronation for one. The worry about the obamessiahs first moves in office have me tied up in knots.

    Will he head to the center and tick off his base? Will he head left and make them happy and drive the country into an even worse economic depression? Will he somehow find a way to actually govern that doesn't drive us even deeper into a morass of socialist crap? Will he find a way to do what he should? Or will he leave us hanging in the void over the abyss, never to extract ourselves from where we are heading right now?

    Waiting for the things to happen causes a fearful lump in my chest. I know only the passage of time will show the future, but waiting on the future to get here is a achingly painful process.
    time drags
    time heals
    time flies
    time kills
    time lost
    time found
    time sucks
    when you're not around
    Been away....look for new stuff later today....it occurred to me today that it is going to take awhile to sort some stuff out....and if it takes too long...well sometimes cheese goes bad....
    COLORS

    sun rises on a gray day
    blue mind black heart
    yellow dresses running
    in the oh so green park....
    red vision wanes
    replaced by weathered stains
    white streaks running
    down the sides
    where nails have entered
    turns the tide
    the wind which sweeps
    the lonely passes
    lets me see
    through rose tinted glasses
    I have been told I am addictive, in a possibly good way. Luckily I have few readers so the chance of the DEA getting this information is slim, so I have no fear of being listed as a Schedule One narcotic and suddenly finding myself by prescription only.

    Maybe I can get the FDA to make an RDA of Kender. It 's worth exploring. But how does one does that out?
    TO WOMEN EVERYWHERE ..... FROM MEN WHO'VE HAD
    ENOUGH . . .

    If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't
    ask us. We refuse to answer.

    Learn to work the toilet seat. We're not talking
    Quantum Mechanics here,
    it's a very simple device. If it's up, put it
    down.

    If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret
    girls, don't expect us to act
    like soap opera guys.

    Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not
    quests to see if we can
    find the perfect present, again!

    If you ask a question you don't want an answer
    to, expect an answer you
    don't want to hear.

    Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live
    with it.

    Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you
    are prepared to discuss
    such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation,
    or monster trucks.

    Weekends equal sports. It's like the full moon or
    the changing of the
    tides. Let it be.

    Shopping is not a sport, and no, we're never
    going to think of it that way.

    When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything
    you wear is fine.Really.

    You have enough clothes.

    You have too many shoes.

    Crying is blackmail.

    Ask for what you want. Let's be clear on this
    one: Subtle hints don't work.

    Strong hints don't work. Really obvious hints
    don't work. Just tell us what
    you want!

    No, we don't know what day it is. We never will.
    Mark anniversaries on the
    calendar.

    Peeing standing up is more difficult than peeing
    from point blank range.
    We're bound to miss sometimes.

    Most guys own three pairs of shoes. What makes
    you think we'd be any good
    at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look
    good with your dress?

    Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to
    almost every question.

    Come to us with a problem only if you want help
    solving it. That's what we do.

    Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

    A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem.
    See a doctor. Get over it.

    Foreign films are best left to foreigners.

    Check your oil.

    It is neither in your best interest nor ours to
    take the quiz together. No,
    it doesn't matter which quiz.

    Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in
    an argument. All comments
    become null and void after 7 days.

    If something we said can be interpreted two ways,
    and one of the ways makes
    you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

    Men perve at beautiful women, it's a fact of
    life. It's in the genes. It's
    also in the jeans.

    You can either tell us to do something, OR, tell
    us how to do something,
    but not both.

    Whenever possible, please say whatever you have
    to say during commercials.

    ALL men see in only 16 colours. Peach is a fruit,
    not a colour.

    If it itches, it will be scratched.

    Beer is as exciting for us as handbags are for
    you.

    If we ask what's wrong and you say "nothing," we
    will act like nothing's
    wrong. We know you're lying, but it's just not
    worth the hassle.

    Women with large breasts who wear push up bras
    and low cut, revealing tops
    lose their right to complain when men look at
    them.
    I can feel it...
    dying...
    withering slowly in her absence...
    the edges crumbling in the winds of change....
    each piece tearing away with pain and regret...
    blackened chunks fall into the abyss of my soul...
    while I listen for the impact that never comes.....
    signaling a depth of despair too deep for human sense to measure....
    Who knew hearts died so painfully yet so quietly?
    Regardless of the confidence I may show, I am very very much terribly humble about actually having some talent that's mine....I really think I just channel beauty and grace and pain and joy and sorrow.....I find the words which fit, which cause hearts to dance and souls to sing, tears to fall and fears to wing.....

    What Secrets Lie


    What secrets lie
    Behind those eyes
    Staring so intense…
    The pain of love
    Of loss and hope
    Of things which make no sense…
    What quiet thoughts
    Reside within
    The world
    Behind your eyes
    Regrets of loves
    Lost or found
    The sting of others lies?
    Those thoughts which live
    Their secret lives
    Behind those eyes so deep
    Cannot stay hid away for long
    Your secrets will soon seep
    They come in tears and sobs
    Which wrack
    Your very soul with pain
    They cleanse your heart
    And clear your mind
    Like summers gentle rain
    So hide those thoughts
    Behind your eyes
    Which haunt my hopes and dreams
    The thoughts you hide so deftly lass
    Are crystal clear to me



    What I leave,
    When you go,
    What I see,
    And what you show,
    And what I guess,
    And when I don't,
    Is something you all ready, all ready know,

    Chorus:
    I can't live without,
    All I think about,
    All I want is you,
    You're all I dream about,
    I can't live without,
    All I want is you,


    The things I do,
    I go through,
    And all I see,
    When I'm awake,
    And what I make,
    The shit that I take,
    Is something you all ready, all ready know

    Chorus:
    I can't live without,
    All I think about,
    All I want is you,
    You're all I dream about,
    I can't live without,
    All I want is you,

    Ohhh,...
    Is you,
    Is you,
    Is you,
    Is you,
    You're all I dream about,
    That I can't live without,
    All I want is you

    Chorus:
    I can't live without,
    All I think about,
    All I want is you,
    You're all I dream about,
    I can't live without,
    All I want is you,
    I just can't live without you,
    When all I think about is you,
    And all I want is you


    I love it when a plan comes together......especially after working all night on planning counter measures to a protest....


    And the men who hold high places
    Must be the ones who start
    To mold a new reality
    Closer to the heart
    Closer to the heart
    The blacksmith and the artist
    Reflect it in their art
    They forge their creativity
    Closer to the heart
    Closer to the heart

    Philosophers and ploughmen
    Each must know his part
    To sow a new mentality
    Closer to the heart
    Closer to the heart
    You can be the captain
    I will draw the chart
    Sailing into destiny
    Closer to the heart



    There is unrest in the forest
    There is trouble with the trees
    For the maples want more sunlight
    And the oaks ignore their pleas

    The trouble with the maples
    (And they're quite convinced they're right)
    They say the oaks are just too lofty
    And they grab up all the light
    But the oaks can't help their feelings
    If they like the way they're made
    And they wonder why the maples
    Can't be happy in their shade

    There is trouble in the forest
    And the creatures all have fled
    As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
    And the oaks just shake their heads

    So the maples formed a union
    And demanded equal rights
    'The oaks are just too greedy
    We will make them give us light'
    Now there's no more oak oppression
    For they passed a noble law
    And the trees are all kept equal
    By hatchet, axe and saw
    I have received some complaints about my posting lately...."Where's the political snark? Where's the anger at the ways things have gone? Where's the Kender I know?" specifically.

    Yeah...not much in that vein here lately. It may be back...maybe as it was, maybe less so maybe more so. I am still the same Snark Master Third Degree I have always been, I have just been focused on things much more important (to me, which really is what matters) behind the scenes.

    So until further notice this is a much more personal blog than it has been traditionally. Deal with it, and know I do what I must when I must, and right now this needs doing more than one more voice in the world yelling about grassroots action and socialist doom.

    You want that? Go watch Fox.


    You're My World
    The Shelter From The Rain
    You're The Pills
    That Take Away My Pain
    You're The Light
    That Helps Me Find My Way
    You're The Words
    When I Have Nothing To Say

    And In This World
    Where Nothing Else Is True
    Here I am
    Still Tangled Up In You
    I'm Still Tangled Up In You
    Still Tangled Up In You

    You're The Fire
    That Warms Me When I'm Cold
    You're The Hand
    I Have To Hold As I Grow Old
    You're The Shore
    When I am Lost At Sea
    You're The Only Thing
    That I Like About Me


    And In This World
    Where Nothing Else Is True
    Here I am
    Still Tangled Up In You
    I'm Still Tangled Up In You

    How Long Has It Been
    Since This Storyline Began

    And I Hope It Never Ends
    And Goes Like This Forever

    In This World
    Where Nothing Else Is True
    Here I am
    Still Tangled Up In You
    Tangled Up In You
    I'm Still Tangled Up In You
    Still Tangled Up In You
    Dedicated...



    Can you feel it crush you? does it seem to bring the worst in you out?
    There's no running away from these things that hold you down.
    Do they complicate you because they make you feel like this?
    Of all the colors that you've shined, this is surely not your best.
    But you should know these colors that you're shining are,

    Surely not the best colors that you shine.
    Surely not the best colors that you shine.

    I know you feel alone yeah, and no one else can figure you out.
    But don't you ever turn away from the ones that help you down.
    Well they'd love to save you, don't you know they love to see you smile?
    But these colors that you've shined, are surely not your style.
    But you should know these colors that you're shining are,

    Surely not the best colors that you shine.
    Surely not the best colors that you shine.

    I know you're feeling like you're lost,
    But you should know these colors that you're shining are..
    I know you're feeling like you're lost,
    You feel you've drifted way too far,
    Did you know these colors that youre shining are,

    Surely not the best colors that you shine.
    Surely not the best colors that you shine.

    (Surely not the best)
    I know you're feeling like you're lost,
    (Colors that you shine)
    But you should know these colors that you're shining are
    (Surely not the best)
    I know you're feeling like you're lost,
    You feel you've drifted way too far.
    Did you know these colors that you're shining are...


    I built my life like my bike on a rigid frame
    nothing bends, it only breaks into pieces and pieces,
    I wait for a hope to arrive but it never came
    Leaving me with only pain inside
    I'm going off the deep end

    I built my life on a rigid frame
    So nothing bends it only breaks into pieces and pieces,
    I waited for a hope to arrive but it never came
    Leaving me with only pain inside
    I'm going off the deep end

    [Chorus]
    Holding on is harder than it seems
    when you're reaching for so much more
    seems so much easier to just give in
    when you're reaching for so much more

    Another wasted Saturday so here I stay
    where nothing seems to ever change, anyway, hey,
    all this hype about life being great
    where's the love for me these days
    I'm goin off the deep end

    [Chorus]
    Holding on is harder than it seems
    when you're reaching for so much more
    seems so much easier to just give in
    when you're reaching for so much more

    Go!

    [Chorus]
    Holding on is harder than it seems
    when you're reaching for so much more
    seems so much easier to just give in
    when you're reaching for so much more



    Restless tonight
    Cause I wasted the light
    Between both these times
    I drew a really thin line
    It's nothing I planned
    And not that I can
    But you should be mine
    Across that line

    [Chorus:]
    If I traded it all
    If I gave it all away for one thing
    Just for one thing
    If I sorted it out
    If I knew all about this one thing
    Wouldn't that be something


    I promise I might
    Not walk on by
    Maybe next time
    But not this time

    Even though I know
    I don't want to know
    Yeah I guess I know
    I just hate how it sounds

    [Chorus x2]

    Even though I know
    I don't want to know
    Yeah I guess I know
    I just hate how it sounds

    Even though I know
    I don't want to know
    Yeah I guess I know
    I just hate how it sounds

    [Chorus x3]
    Dream of warm bright summer days
    Dream of winter e'en's
    Dream of springtime's fresh old ways
    The gift of each new season
    Dream of moonlit surfside walks
    Dream of pounding tides
    Dream of salt tinged air so brisk
    Of lovers quiet sighs
    Dream of hands so full of love
    Dream of eyes that smile
    Dream of words spoke softly now
    They only last awhile
    Dream of lives lived full and true
    Dream not of tomorrow
    These dreams will have to pull you through
    For life is full of sorrow
    Now I lay me down to sleep
    With a president elect who is a creep
    Our socialist nightmare has begun
    So cling tightly to God and your trusty gun

    Amen
    someone walks in and gives you THAT look, and you just KNOW what happens next is gonna be indescribably indescribable?

    Yeah....

    You know that look you get from some girls, that narrowed eyed glare that says "I will have your testicles in a jar if you step outta line here"?

    Yeah....

    You know that look you give a girl that says "Uhhuh...I am so sca-wed of you" and their eyes squint even further, as if they look at you hard enough through small enough apertures their unspoken threat will take hold?

    Yeah....

    And you know how you laugh at that look?

    Yeah....it was just like that, only more so.

    I am a brat....and not gonna get much sleep today.
    There is a lot of beauty in the world....my son is amazing....I am all better....I am spending my days passing the time by putting the past away.....and malia rocks
    The election day is over,
    The talking is done.
    My party lost, your party won.
    So let us be friends,
    Let arguments pass.
    I'll hug my elephant,
    You kiss your ass.
    Barack is my shepherd
    I shall live in want
    He causes me to bend over for the IRS
    He leadeth me to the welfare line
    He shrivels my soul
    He leads me down a path of socialist ruin
    For his names sake

    Yeah tho I walk through the valley
    Of the shadow of death
    I fear all evil
    For thou has taken
    My gun and my rights of self protection

    Surely, poverty and want shall follow me
    All the days of democrat rule
    And I shall dwell in a FEMA trailer, forever
    We walked along the beach
    At dawn
    Our scent of love
    Clinging to us
    Like another lover
    We took to the waves
    Wearing only smiles
    Taking joy in
    Each others company
    While the sky lightened
    With a new days promise
    The pounding of the waves
    As the beating of
    Our hearts
    Strong and soothing
    Your arms delicate as
    Saplings branches
    Encircled me
    With warmth
    Your eyes
    Sparkling with
    Moonlight glancing from
    The swells
    Your smile content
    Peace radiating
    From souls awash in
    A moment stolen
    From reality
    Check him out at MySpace too.

    So I am....

    Words were spoken last night, honest and from the heart. I meant them. Completely. I have gone as far as I can, as far as I will ever be willing to go. If you can deal with that, if you can accept it for what it is, and not what you may think it should be or could be we can have what we have and be content.

    If not then go....I shall miss those ebon locks cascading over my shoulder. I shall miss eyes of deepest cobalt blue, oh lithe one, but you know full well why what you want cannot happen. It no longer exists in me, stolen by another and destroyed.

    You said "Say it out loud, say it where everyone will know how you feel."

    So I am...

    I am enamored of you. Time in your arms is always well spent. I enjoy your presence and charms, I adore your laugh, I get lost in your eyes and shudder when you so much as brush against me. More than that I am unable to give.

    If it costs me your attention so be it. The ugly truth is better than a pretty lie.

    Your Brat....
    This arrived in my inbox today. I was touched and honored.

    ...your words... are daring... unflinching... persistent... even when your heart is breaking... some other force in you keeps trying... and that means there is a chance that right will prevail...


        "Those Honored Dead"
        "Why do you fly the flag today?"
        My Grandson wants to know.
        I fly it for the graveyards
        Where the countless crosses grow.


        I fly the flag for children
        Whose fathers are a name.
        A half-remembered memory
        of a face within a frame.


        I fly it for the families
        of sons and daughters lost.
        They know the price of liberty
        How terrible the cost!


        I fly the flag for veterans
        who lost their youth in blood.
        And saw their comrades slaughtered
        in the carnage and the mud.


        I fly it for the ones who marched
        In cadence off to war
        To close their eyes forever
        Upon some foreign shore.


        I fly the flag for grief poured out
        Upon a granite wall.
        The laying-on of hands that heals
        The scars within us all.


        I fly it for the sound of Taps---
        That melancholy tune
        That lays to rest those honored dead
        Who always die too soon.


        Copyright 1994 Marion G. Mahoney
    My mind swirls with you
    Moonglow upon palest skin
    Anticipation

    Ebon locks cascade
    Showering in scents of lust
    I must resist you

    Eternity in
    Eyes of deepest cobalt blue
    Weakens my resolve

    Lips so full yet small
    Give oaths of pleasures unknown
    I succumb to you

    Oh such breathless fun
    Discovery of litheness
    Make me scream in brogue
    Exactly five weeks to the day, almost to the hour even, from when my personal life imploded it all came full circle and righted itself. No details for youse mugs but new playmates have been secured (yes that's plural, and THAT happened this evening also) I secured an awesome job,again this evening) amazingly enough in this part of the world through connections. This job not only financially secures me but will cover start up costs on the new radio project in the works. Early spring is the roll out, name to be released closer to the date (but trust me it's an awesome one....fitting for the times, descriptive and just plain awesome. And it appears things fell into place just in time.

    Because today I was pointed by my bud Jeff Blanco to this;

    But from Barack Obama’s “Change.gov” website
    America Serves

    “When you choose to serve — whether it’s your nation, your community or simply your neighborhood — you are connected to that fundamental American ideal that we want life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness not just for ourselves, but for all Americans. That’s why it’s called the American dream.”

    The Obama Administration will call on Americans to serve in order to meet the nation’s challenges. President-Elect Obama will expand national service programs like AmeriCorps and Peace Corps and will create a new Classroom Corps to help teachers in underserved schools, as well as a new Health Corps, Clean Energy Corps, and Veterans Corps. Obama will call on citizens of all ages to serve America,by developing a plan to require 50 hours of community service in middle school and high school and 100 hours of community service in college every year. Obama will encourage retiring Americans to serve by improving programs available for individuals over age 55, while at the same time promoting youth programs such as Youth Build and Head Start.


    Now excuse me here for just one moment.

    The last I checked we had the 13th Amendment outlawing slavery. At best this is indentured servitude, since it does possess a set system for not being forced to work. But what makes it so pernicious is it is aimed at our children. They aren't studying enough now, judging by our still dismal test scores compared to the rest of the world. Obama is going to REQUIRE them to "serve" now, placing then in even greater danger of bad grades and failure in school.

    Or to be fair let's take another angle. Who, I wonder, would one think of when one thinks of those folks in society which have been forced by the state into community service against their will? Think real hard on this one folks, and ponder this for a moment. Every saturday (weather permitting) ojn the sides of roads in many states one can view as they roll along the beautiful highways and by ways of our scenic country folks in safety yellow vests (I know they look orange) picking up litter at the sides of those aforementioned roads.

    They are there because they have been sentenced to community service for some petty crime of which they have been convicted.

    So now one must ask themselves this simple question;

    Is Obama going to indenture our children or simply treat them like petty criminals?

    On the other side of this coin is obamas side, that community service strengthens the community and teaches them valuable skills. OF course it does, when you are teaching them thier most sought after skill is as a labor force so the literati and our Dear Leader can whisk by them in their limos and see a clean landscape.

    What this does in reality is take away one more thing a parent is supposed to be teaching their children about personal responsibility and helping their fellow man. It enforces government as boss and overseer and takes away personal drive to do community service because eventually the populace says "well, the government didn't tell me to do it so it's not my YOB man."

    This smacks of Borgish automatons being directed through the collective.

    This smacks of one more removal of our freedoms, the further erosion of our liberties and an attempt to show whitey who is in charge now.

    I played that race card cuzz it's worth double in the kitty, Speaking of double in the kitty how fast will BHO loosen regulations on the porn industry under the guise of these guys are too regulated. If we deregulate them they could put out more product, product that the average American public engages in regularly. (wait, I may like this rule)

    And what pray tell (oooops, shouldn't have used the word "pray") will the penalty be for noncompliance? Do you get kicked out of school? Do your parents get billed for your refusal to be treated like a criminal or a slave? Do you lose obamas most coveted award, the NEIGHBORHOOD WARDEN OFFICER position whose job it is to oversee the crews and report back to mien Buhrer?

    If this is how he is starting out, two days after the election, imagine what he will roll out next month.

    Sig Heil Obama Fuhrer, all our childrenz are belong to you.....

    So in the new spirit of the new America let's all sing this old classic song;

    Ol' man river,
    Dat ol' man river
    He mus'know sumpin'
    But don't say nuthin',
    He jes'keeps rollin'
    He keeps on rollin' along.

    He don' plant taters/tators,
    He don't plant cotton,
    An' dem dat plants'em
    is soon forgotten,
    But ol'man river,
    He jes keeps rollin'along.

    You an'me, we sweat an' strain,
    Body all achin' an' racket wid pain,
    Tote dat barge!
    Lif' dat bale!
    Git a little drunk
    An' you land in jail.

    Ah gits weary
    An' sick of tryin'
    Ah'm tired of livin'
    An' skeered of dyin',
    But ol' man river,
    He jes'keeps rolling' along.

    [Colored folks work on de Mississippi,
    Colored folks work while de white folks play,
    Pullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunset,
    Gittin' no rest till de judgement day.
    or musical part]

    Don't look up
    An' don't look down,
    You don' dast make
    De white boss frown.
    Bend your knees
    An'bow your head,
    An' pull date rope
    Until you' dead.)

    Let me go 'way from the Mississippi,
    Let me go 'way from de white man boss;
    Show me dat stream called de river Jordan,
    Dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

    O' man river,
    Dat ol' man river,
    He mus'know sumpin'
    But don't say nuthin'
    He jes' keeps rollin'
    He keeps on rollin' along.

    Long ol' river forever keeps rollin' on...

    He don' plant tater,
    He don' plant cotton,
    An' dem dat plants 'em
    Is soon forgotten,
    but ol' man river,
    He jes' keeps rollin' along.

    Long ol' river keeps hearing dat song.
    You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
    Body all achin an' racked wid pain.
    Tote dat barge!
    Lif' dat bale!
    Git a little drunk
    An' you land in jail.

    Ah, gits weary
    An' sick of tryin'
    Ah'm tired of livin'
    An' skeered of dyin',
    But ol' man river,
    He jes'keeps rollin' along!
    The following song is available at the Whiskey Bards website and is well worth the money.

    Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
    And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
    Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
    And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

    Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
    Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
    My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
    My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

    CHORUS:
    Now everybody’s died
    So until our tears are dried
    We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
    and then we’ll drink some more
    We’ll dance and sing and fight
    until the early morning light
    Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

    Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
    Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
    Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
    Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

    “Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
    He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
    O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
    He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

    CHORUS

    Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
    He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
    Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
    In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

    When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
    He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
    McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
    But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)

    CHORUS

    Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
    The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
    Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
    He choked upon the very last potato in the land

    Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
    Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
    And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
    Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

    CHORUS

    (slower)

    Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
    The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
    Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

    (a tempo)

    He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too

    CHORUS (2x)
    ...it was a calm, peaceful dream. We were walking on a lake shore at sunset. You looked so serene, with a scarf wrapped about your face, flung over your shoulders with abandon...your nut brown tresses spilling from it.

    As the darkness closed in we found ourselves alone. Hand in hand we strolled, walking while the moon rose and the crickets sang their mating tune. You hair shone in the moonlight, your eyes sparkled with merriment and peace...your skin luminous in the soft shine of Luna.

    We sang of love and summer breezes;
    Spoke of hopes and fears;
    We talked all through the long soft night;
    Sometimes through our tears.

    As morning dawned the mist arose from the water. You faded away like the moonlight, a vapor I couldn't grasp and I found myself alone upon that cold mist enshrouded shore, holding nothing but your scarf.
    ...but while we are here we might as well dance.
    sometimes things just don't go the way you think they will...

    Sometimes you make bad choices...

    We all choose our action...

    We never get to choose the consequences from those actions...

    And sometimes one just has to step back and let people suffer the consequences of their choices...

    Sometimes choices are hard...

    Sometimes those choices lead you to a place from which you can never return...

    But everytime it balances out in the end and everyone gets exactly what they have earned...

    Beware of everytime...
    wonderful talk....it was so good to see you again.....your presence is a healing tonic.....your words wise and true....I am glad to know you share my pain....so this one is for you....you've made mistakes and so have I....we both know this is true....I found the courage of my heart....I pray you'll do so too....the winters snows will rage on high....while we share hope convictions....and know no great loves paths have crossed....without a little friction....may peace be yours while snowflakes fall....within your shattered heart....as friends I know we'll never be....too long once more apart.
    80% anger
    20% regret



    You can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace,
    Drag my name all over the place,
    I don't care anymore,
    You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in,
    But you won't catch me crying cos I can't win
    I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore.

    I don't care what you say,
    I don't play the same games you play.

    Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends,
    And it seems to me there's a means to an end,
    They don't care anymore,
    And as for me I can sit here and bide my time,
    I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind,
    I don't care anymore, no I don't care anymore.

    I don't care what you say,
    We never played by the same rules anyway,
    I won't be there anymore,
    Get out of my way
    , let me by,
    I got better things to do with my time.

    I don't care anymore,
    I don't care anymore,
    I don't care anymore,
    I don't care anymore.

    Well I don't care now what you say,
    Cos everyday,
    I'm feeling fine with myself,
    And I don't care now what you say, hey,
    Hey I'll do alright by myself, cos I know.


    Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard,
    But you laughed in my face holding all the cards,
    I don't care anymore,
    Well I really ain't bothered what you think of me,
    Cos all I want of you is just let me be, I don't care anymore,
    Do you hear I don't care no more.

    I don't care what you say,
    I never did believe you much anyway,
    I won't be there anymore,
    So get out of my way, let me by,
    I got better things to do with my time.

    I don't care anymore,
    Do you hear I don't care anymore,
    I don't care no more,
    I know somebody and they cry for you.
    They lie awake at night and dream of you.
    I bet you never even know they do, but somebody's crying.
    I know somebody and they called your name.
    A million times and still you never came.
    They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody's trying.

    So please, return the love you took from me.
    Or please, let me know if it can't be me, I know when,
    Somebody's lying, I know when somebody's lying.
    I know that somebody's lying, I know that somebody's lying.
    Give me a sign and let me know we're through.
    If you don't love me like I love you.
    But if you cry at night the way I do I'll know that somebody's lying.
    So please, return the love you took from me.
    Or please, let me know if it can't be me.
    I know when somebody's lying, I know when somebody's lying.



    We might kiss when we are alone
    When nobody's watching
    We might take it home
    We might make out when nobody's there
    It's not that we're scared
    It's just that it's delicate

    So why'd you fill my sorrows
    With the words you've borrowed
    From the only place you've known
    And why'd ya sing aleluia
    If it means nothing to you
    Why'd you sing with me at all?


    We might live like never before
    When there's nothing to give
    Well how can we ask for more
    We might make love in some sacred place
    The look on your face is delicate

    So why'd you fill my sorrow
    With the words you've borrowed
    From the only place that you've known
    And why'd you sing aleluia
    If it means nothing to you
    Why'd you sing with me at all?


    And why'd you fill my sorrows
    With the words you've borrowed
    From the only place that you've known
    Why'd you sing Hallelujah
    If it means nothing to you
    Why'd you sing with me at all?
    Kender is back, 100%, no BS...all is well.....thanks for everything.
    You have your freedom

    You have your freedom says Uncle Sam
    to do as you are told
    From where to drive to where to park
    and how you can grow old
    We regulate the food you eat
    how you can live and die
    And go to school and congregate,
    the waters and the sky
    We have the best in mind for you
    we know what's good in life
    The huddled masses have no clue
    so let us end your strife
    We'll hand out things like free health care,
    education and job training
    We'll even give out umber-ella's
    for days that it is raining
    We know the things we legislate
    aren't in the constitution
    But all our plans to keep you well
    will soon come to fruition
    When BHO is sitting in
    the Not so White House Chair
    He'll mandate things that take away
    those pesky little layers
    Of freedom that you still possess
    to do things as you please
    And we will own your unwashed ass
    from birth to death you see
    We hate to do it that's for sure
    it's lot of work for us
    To ride in limo's telling you
    to just go ride the bus
    But you must listen to our rules
    our laws and edicts too
    Our regulations and the drivel
    which we always spew
    We know what's best so just shut up
    and go with our big plan
    To give you everything you need
    from our abundant land
    The taxes that you pay today
    will feed you on the morrow
    You'll feel a great relief you see
    and not one bit of sorrow
    Freedom's over rated now
    so do us all a favor
    Quit complaining that we steal
    the fruits of all your labor
    If we don't take away the cash
    you work so hard to get
    How can we take care of all
    the hordes of lazy shits
    Who vote for us and sit around
    Collecting welfare money
    We think your stingy attitude
    is not one damned bit funny
    So vote for us at election time
    we know just where it's at
    We are freedoms worst nightmare
    we are the democrats
    Can you see yourself in these words?

    A heart must heal in solitude

    The falseness of carnal delights

    Deny the hearts redemption

    Manipulation of fear

    Will deny truths

    You must hear

    A heart must heal in solitude

    It must be left alone

    To wither, melt

    To know rebirth

    To grow into its own
    By Rush;

    Fitting at the moment.



    If we burn our wings
    Flying too close to the sun
    If the moment of glory
    Is over before it's begun
    If the dream is won
    Though everything is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost

    When the dust has cleared
    And victory denied
    A summit too lofty
    River a little too wide
    If we keep our pride
    Though paradise is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost

    And if the music stops
    There's only the sound of the rain
    All the hope and glory
    All the sacrifice in vain
    [And] if love remains
    Though everything is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost


    Funny how perfection just falls into your lap....
    People often ask me if the flurble in my girdle is natural. Those
    that know me well know the flurble is actually a hand me down from my
    neighbor that was a missionary to the heathen tribes in brooklyn, NY,
    but that it is all natural....after all, who would want to wear an
    artificial flurble in a girdle while hurdling? Everyone knows the
    artificial ones bind on the downswing.

    Use this option if you do not have an audio out port or can not
    reach your audio out port. Plug the Power Microphone into the port
    labeled "Audio"on the back of the transmitter and Velcro the other
    end (round) in the center of the television speaker. Set the TV
    volume to low or normal level so the Power Microphone can pick up
    the sound leaving your television's speaker,process it through the
    transmitter,and send it to the TV Ears headset.

    Application Procedures: Interested applicants should submit a letter of application and resume. Applicants should be prepared to submit three letters of recommendation and a transcript upon request. Review of applications will begin on October 16, 2006 and continue until an appointment is made.

    Nevertheless, aligning the seams is just the first step. If the bobbin shreds the cotton, you ought to check if the dryer has snarled the seam ripper. When the steam reaches the rotary cutter, you ought to fold it carefully, making certain the templates are in alignment. Now, tilt the iron and clean the lint out of the thread tension - but don't forget that the seam must be ruched carefully and completely if it is to be warped. *NEVER* press the patch to the spool, unless you have made sure that the scissors will match the raw ends together.

    When the soup is glowing, cut it with the sawzall and then use a zig-zag pattern to attach the flower. This will activate the aurora, then the cockroach will vacuum up the skyscraper. Of course, if the table wants to speak off the cuff, I'm sure that the humuhumunukunukuapua'a will fornicate in Brazil. Felines, naturally, fart in unison, but that does not negate the idiosyncratic intention of the Hufflepuff. You need to hallucinate that the atmosphere is, in all its parts, partially clothed in ferns; but the conclusion is inevitably wrong, especially if the chorus of zebras drives to the movies.


    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for all the joy and pain.
    Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we'd meet,
    Second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.

    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Save those lies, Darling don't explain.
    I recall, Central Park in fall.
    How you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess.
    That's not all.

    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane.
    I can see, hearts carved on a tree.
    Letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine.

    Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for seeing me again.
    Though we go on our seperate ways,
    Still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.

    Danke Schoen, Oh Darling, Danke Schoen.
    I said, Thank you for seeing me again.
    Though we go- on our separate ways,
    Still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.

    Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen
    fuggle bartnoaal creechekiitu ssays tyhe monster ni my head. His nbame is flaxnjojo buttermug the thrid......the worldis spiininhg like atop

    ripples of guilt
    Subdued by carnal exhaustion
    We grew up way too fast
    we blazed a trail and left a path marked for the past to follow
    We ran full speed thru the fields
    Thru the poppys and the then rose colored moments time revealed

    Under the sun we felt the heat
    under the microscope we'd see beneath the surface level lies
    We'd toss and turn until we fell asleep
    and I'm trying hard to wake up
    to open up my eyes.

    I've been over and over this how
    can there be ten thousand things still left to figure out?
    Deep into the darkness you retreated
    All the time that we spend and the shit that we went
    on and on and on about
    left me feeling lonely and defeated.

    I guess I was drawn to you
    you carried me away
    took me to another place and left me there
    Do you remember what you said
    all those promises that you forgot to keep

    Tell me now about a new way out
    tell me about all that your thinking
    Talk to me, just talk to me
    don't shut me out
    Don't make this any harder than it has to be
    Just walk away.

    I've been over and over this how
    can there be ten thousand things still left to figure out?
    Deep into the darkness you retreated
    All the time that we spend and the shit that we went
    on and on and on about
    left me feeling lonely and defeated.

    But I'm not gonna let all the shit that we went
    on about bring me down
    I'm gonna rise up strong and never be defeated
    I'm gonna rise up strong and never be defeated

    By Brian Travis
    My heart is free
    Again
    My heart is hard
    Once more
    I am worthy
    Again
    She is not
    Anymore
    I wanna dance, I wanna sing
    I wanna write some real nasty things
    I am free of her memory, my heart sails once more
    I took her sweet love shoved it right out the door
    Onward and upward to much better things
    Cuz it's time to dance
    Time to laugh
    Time to sing
    I dreamt of sunny afternoons
    Spent wrapped within your arms
    I dreamt of jet black winter nights
    The focus of your charms
    I dreamt of verdant springtime morns
    With you beside me, love
    I dreamt of loving smiles and hands
    As gentle as a dove
    I dreamt I was your sun, my love
    My Luna you remain
    I dreamt my heart had not been torn
    My love was not a stain
    I dreamt our love had carried on
    We'd never grown apart
    I dreamt it all tucked deep within
    My sorry broken heart.
    ...without hating them?

    Answer me that and you win gratitude....what do you do when your muse has flown?

    How do you move on when you are incomplete, empty and have a cavernous hole in your soul?

    People aren't like cars...you shouldn't be able to replace them so easily....

    and how does love die?

    the crew in my head is having a great debate.....and I sit and listen in and wonder why they all won't just go get jobs and shut up.
    The future is just the past that hasn't happened yet....BT, thanks for the insight, the words and the friendship....time to burn down everything, start all over, make it right.
    Searching for myself
    In the depths of my mind
    Where ghosts roam free
    From auld lang syne
    Whispers of the past
    Clash
    With future paths
    Open, teasing
    Promises heralded
    Of ghosts unborn
    Roads untraveled
    Loves unmet
    And yet
    And yet
    I am not to be found
    Within my mind
    No trace of me
    In my heart I find
    I am not lost
    I am not found
    It's to another heart
    I'm bound
    Let me free
    Let me be
    I must again
    Discover me...
    why must women be so two faced?

    and why does betrayal hurt so much?
    The song by Staind called Believe seem way too apropo for my life right now. Many thanks to my little brother Jon for turning me onto it.

    Gotta go to Vegas Faire. Amblefolke will be there which means I will have improv artists worthy of playing with. I have several new and completely original gigs planned for this year. I think my favorite will either be Serenade Me (also called Concerto is Duh Minor) or Don't leave Me Dear. If you want to know what they are you'll just have to come to faire and catch them being performed.

    Life's a funny thing. Just when you think you may have a hold of it it tosses you a curve ball that twists your eyeballs around and leaves you spinning in circles. Somehow no matter how hard I try I just don't get women. Someone once told me a certain girl was a control freak and she hated not being able to control people and situations in her life. I didn't see it until I knew her for a few years and finally had a chance to be around her. I don't understand that drive to control everything around you. Maybe if people worked on their life and left the world to others the world would be a better place.

    Windows vista sux. The only thing it would be good for is sending to gitmo and forcing prisoners to try to boot up. Then again if the leftists complain about waterboarding they would really flip if we did that.

    Sometimes I think Whiskey Lullaby is not as sad as the song seems. Maybe retreating into a bottle isn't so bad. The first line, "She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette" is powerful. I know how that midnight cigarette feels.

    Hope comes from within.

    What happens when hope has fled? Where does it come from then? Is it like a flower and regrows with TLC and time? Or is it a finite resource and when it's gone it's gone? I know they say hope springs eternal, but I am thinking my spring ahs run dry.

    I guess time will tell.

    Repression leads to depression.

    I may trademark that phrase, it's that good, but I think only myself and one other person would get what I mean by it. What would you mean by it?

    Blinded by the Light by Manfred Manns Earth Band is perhaps the silliest song ever written. And one of the catchiest too.

    Lost love sings bug me.....when you don't need 'em they are just noise and when you do it's spooky to have life reflections coming from a radio speaker.

    If you spend one damned minute trying to understand what comes out of a womans mouth you spend another minute trying to recover from it so you lose two minutes of your life in useless pursuits. Your time is better spent picking your nose or cleaning your ears with someone else's keys. Conversations with females should be limited to what you want to eat, what time YOU will be ready to leave to be somewhere or how nekked you want them to be when you decide to come home.

    Nuff siad for now...be back monday night.
    Standing alone...
    On a rooftop in the city...
    Quiet and brooding
    Life changes wash over me....
    Like moonlight through the fog
    Hazy and damp....
    Love lost friends found
    Soul burning down
    Like an uncovered lamp...
    The road in life is jarring
    And it only leads to hell...
    When the heart is broke and lonely
    And you can hear death's lonely knell...
    Arising like a phoenix
    From the ashes of my life...
    I await the dawn
    With bated breath
    To face again the strife...
    I shall not be defeated
    In victory I shall cry...
    A lonely howl to heavens doors
    I shall never die
    The post from yesterday (taken down now) was scary I am sure. I was in a dark place. You guys are wonderful. I won't go into details but I will say this. I am better but I need your help. I need wheels and a home. Those of you who know the details will understand what's happening, where I have been and the situation. If you can help hit the paypal button in the sidebar. Prayers always appreciated. Thanks for your support.






    So Howard Kurtz writes an article for the Wall Street Journal detailing Obama's lies regarding his association with far left un-convicted American terrorist William Ayers.

    Despite having authored two autobiographies, Barack Obama has never written about his most important executive experience. From 1995 to 1999, he led an education foundation called the Chicago Annenberg Challenge (CAC), and remained on the board until 2001. The group poured more than $100 million into the hands of community organizers and radical education activists.


    The goal of the group was not education but subversion. I have always held the intelligence of our electorate in suspicion. The average IQ of an American is 100, so it stands to reason half of our population is stupider than the average American. If the Obamessiah wins this election my theory will have been proven in spades.

    Go read the article linked in the first line then go read the one written by Michael van der Galien, Editor-in-Chief of Poligazette.

    They will open your eyes if you are a supporter of Obama and if it doesn't you will have proven yourself one of those folks with a below average IQ I wrote about earlier.
    Imagine the shock when I saw this story about Toby Keith supporting Obama.

    Keith, known to main stream Americans for his song "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue," has apparently smoked one too many doobs with Willy and drank a couple of gallons of Liberal Kool-Aid stating he's a democrat and is impressed by Senator Obama.

    My shock goes to the bone. To have one of the most patriotic country stars step up and publicly admire the most socialist twit to ever run for the office of President is flabbergasting in the least. I am wondering how this will play in Nashville. I'd like to know why Toby has suddenly decided Freedom isn't worth fighting for and why it is my fellow citizens who toil away at their jobs should be forced to support those who refuse to do so. I'd really like to know, just for fairness sake, what makes him think he has any more standing to comment on national politics. I don't like it when the simpletons in Hollyweird make policy statements so I have to hold Mr. Keith to the same standards.

    Either way I have lost respect for the man and must seriously consider if I will be purchasing his next musical endeavor.

    I humbly suggest you folks consider doing the same.
    Dear America.

    I wasn't going to post today.

    I was going to sit back and let others say what needs to be said today, to a nation who has forgotten.

    They have forgotten the shock of that morning.

    They have forgotten the sick feeling in the pit of their stomach as they saw people choose to fling themselves from a hundred stories up to slam into the ground below rather than face the hell like inferno any longer.

    They have forgotten the despair that twisted their very souls as they saw those towers fall, wishing beyond all hope they were dreaming and knowing they weren't.

    They have forgotten the fear as an anxious nation stood transfixed and life ground to a screeching halt and rumors flowed in about attacks elsewhere.

    They have forgotten the feeling of "One Nation" which flowed after the attacks, when they lined up and gave blood, praying survivors to use it would be found.

    They have forgotten the grief as a Nation cried when none were.

    May God Bless those we lost.

    May God Damn those who did it and all like them.

    There is but One God.

    He is NOT allah.

    And by His name shall we attain Victory over our enemies and Peace once again.

    Amen.


    But it's still a gratuitous comment.

    Big thanks to Rotber for this toon....
    Dear Russell, I was distressed, to say the least, to hear you on the MTV music awards disparage President George Bush as a "retarded cowboy." Sure, the man has his faults. He never answers the criticism and outright lies thrown at him by the left, but that's probably because he still believes the vast majority of Americans are too smart to fall for them. Unfortunately that may no longer be true. Certainly whoever gave you the primo gig of hosting the MTV Awards show certainly seems to be lacking in intelligence. After all, who but an utter moron would give a half rate insane wannabe comic with a rats nest hairdo who lacks the common sense to show his host country a modicum of respect the high profile job of hosting one of the premier music awards show on the planet?

    Add in insult to injury when you backed obama. Russell, let me ask you a question; When was the last time an American went over to Jolly Old England, Home of Cutting Edge Dentistry, and made a suggestion about whom they should vote for? On second thought maybe one of us should go over and do just that, as without our input a large number of your fellow countrymen have managed to elect the biggest bunch of simpletons this planet has ever seen run a country into the ground. I must say if you brits are vying for Fastest Decline of a Country Award you are doing a bang up job. I understand sharia law is going to be enacted any day now.

    After catching some of your "act" online I have to say funny really isn't your thing, so maybe a little leeway is in order for your comments and utter lack of class. By the way, they have this really nifty invention called a "comb." Maybe you should look into it. Having a hairstyle like Witch Hazel does have its advantages. It lends itself well to the image that you are simply some better dressed insane homeless guy ranting on the street corner, so maybe you should keep it.

    Anyway, your hair has put me in the mood for some good old fashioned comedy which reaches heights of hilarity you could only reach in an alternate universe in which you were the sole inhabitant. Have a great life Russell old boy, and tell those caterpillars living on your forehead to hang in there, someday they'll spread their wings and fly, unlike their host.

    Enjoy the video.

    After the rousing (for this site) success of Sarah Palin Nude, Naked, Topless Bikini Pics (I've had ten times more traffic since I posted it, so yeah, ten people actually clicked through today) I had an epiphany when Ticklebug left a comment about Obama in a speedo.

    So I figured a post with that title, as a control, was in order. Now we can see how many hits "obama in a speedo" garners vs. "Sarah Palin Nude."

    I'll give it a couple of days and let ya know in an update.