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Archive for July, 2008

Summer in the City

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

I’m sit­ting here in what is more like a desert than a study/den, with the air con­di­tio­ning not wor­king due to something called a bro­ken capa­ci­tor. At least that is what a friend told me as he star­ted the blade of the unit with a large long metal stick, then gave me the name of someone to come fix it in the mor­ning. Until then I die. Even with the blade kic­ked on it doesn’t see to be pushing out cold air. I’ve been out wal­king the streets seve­ral times already, sadly the bars are closing.

tonight
for me
a sauna
for free

Let’s see if Con­gress has the where with all to do anything about daddy.

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kind of on old joke like from 2005 so it’s ok if you mis­sed it

A house panel cited him for con­tempt, but it looks like con­gress will choose to take their vaca­tion, think about it, and decide it’s not worth going for­ward. They could do it before the break, they won’t.

I would like to cite con­gress for con­tempt of the people.

I’m sorry to see McCain sin­king as low as he did with this last ad. The video is despicable.

Remem­be­ring Terry Nel­son — McCain’s cam­paign mana­ger – was the ope­ra­tive behind the “bimbo” ad attac­king Dem Ten­nes­see Senate can­di­date Harold Ford, Jr. ABC News. It’s not sur­pri­sing McCain has sunk so low as to put out, as TPM puts it, a “cari­ca­ture of Obama as a uppity young black man whose pre­sump­tuous­ness is dis­pla­yed not only in taking on airs above his sta­tion but also in a taste for young white women.“

It’s disap­poin­ting, because even though I des­pise this little old flip flop­ping, cunt calling man, I had hoped for bet­ter from him.

So, if we judge of man’s wis­dom by his hope — as per Emer­son —  I am by my hope­ful nature, wise. If we judge a man’s wis­dom by his abi­lity to tem­per hope with what can rea­so­nably be expec­ted in any given cir­cums­tance, in this case spe­ci­fi­cally on what we already know about McCain, my hope was ill founded.

For Now It’s…

Hot town, sum­mer in the city
Back of my neck get­ting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a sha­dow in the city

All around, peo­ple loo­king half dead
Wal­king on the side­walk, hot­ter than a match head