Author Archives: Kyle Kimberlin
"one are borders"
Hey, I figured it out. There’s no need to impeach George Bush. His inauguration was invalid, and not just because of the nefarious miscreations of the State of Florida, the Supreme Court and Diebold. One cannot serve as president unless he is a citizen. By his own definition, the man does not qualify.
“What the president has said all along is that he wants to make sure that people who become American citizens have a command of the English language,” Snow said. “It’s as simple as that.”
Oh, I know, he’s not becoming a citizen, he is one and we’re stuck with him. But I’m making a point of dubious value here. And since you’re reading my blog you’ve got time on your hands, so stick with me.
The man has no more than fundamental facility with his mother tongue. Command? No. It’s embarrassing. It’s hard to believe the man went to college, and purportedly graduated, in the United States.
Snow? His command is probably greater, but let’s see if we can help him polish it up:
The president has always said that he wants new American citizens to have a command of English. (“The English language” is redundant.)
I’m no genius, and I miss the days when the President of the United States could stand at a podium and remind me of the fact.
Within this Cabinet department, we’re going to have four basic functions. One are borders.
— President Bush, Kansas City, Missouri, Jun. 11, 2002
fire & ice
I think it’s important that this be documented, and disseminated via the Internet, because it’s the kind of thing that history desperately tries to forget. But back in late winter of 2003, I predicted this would happen; that American troops, being only human, would lose their perspective amidst the horror of war; that hell, the father and sponsor of all war, would have its day.
WASHINGTON (CNN) — A decorated Marine colonel turned anti-war congressman said Wednesday that Marines killed at least 30 innocent Iraqi civilians “in cold blood” in Haditha in November, suggesting the attack is twice as bad as originally reported.
Rep. John Murtha, D-Pennsylvania, told reporters Wednesday that he got his information from U.S. commanders, who said the investigation will show that the Marines deliberately killed the civilians.
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Murtha, who was decorated for his service in Vietnam, said the death toll may be more than twice as high as originally reported.
“They actually went into the houses and killed women and children,” the congressman said.
[via allthatarises]
I think I found the problem
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
ticker shock
fighting words
bananas
nekid
Most truths are so naked that people feel sorry for them and cover them up, at least a little bit.— Edward R. Murrow, journalist (1908-1965)
control this
It’s pretty ironic that the president wants ‘full control’ of the border.
The man has had full control of only two things since he left the statehouse in Texas: Two presidential elections.
“We do not yet have full control of the border and I am determined to change that, he said in a 17-minute prime-time speech from the Oval Office.”
a happy update
Happy had a good day yesterday, on our trip to Delano. (My folks and I drove over, about 170 miles, to visit my grandparents in the cemetery.) It was a beautiful warm day there, and she was in a good mood, perky, enjoyed the ride. No problems with syncope, and only a moderate amount of coughing. Same again today. Plenty of energy. Some coughing, but in a good mood. She seems to feel much better on the half enalapril 2x/day.
Happy’s now gone 3 days without fainting or apparent weakness.
The only real concern is that she’s not eating her cardiac food. Last week, her appetite was way up. Now appetite is way down in the morning. As the day goes on, she gets an appetite, but still doesn’t want the special heart food. Doesn’t like it. She’ll eat other stuff, like cottage cheese and little bits of baloney. Today in the morning, she didn’t even want cottage cheese. Tonight when I went by it looked like she’d eaten some of the heart diet, but I forgot to ask. Maybe we should mix the heart food with solid gold or something she likes better? I should ask the vet…
the harder they fall
Baby, although I chose this lonely life
It seems it’s stranglin’ me now
All the wild men, big cigars, gigantic car
They’re all laughin’ at the lieOh, I’ve been used Ooo-oo-oo-oo (used)’
I’ve been a fool Oh, what a fool
I broke all the rules Oh, yeah
But I must let the show go onBaby, there’s an enormous crowd of people
They’re all after my blood
I wish maybe they’d tear down the walls of this theatre
Let me out, let me outOh, I’m so blind Oh, I’m blind
I wasted time Wasted, wasted, wasted time
Walkin’ on the wire, high wire
But I must let the show go on
It’s none too soon in coming, yet it’s sad. I feel regret. I felt a twinge when Scooter Libby went down too. Not because it’s unjust. … Let Justice be done, though the heavens fall! … It’s such a pathetic waste of talent. If only they’d used their nefarious skills for good, instead of as minions of the Dark Lord.
a mothers’ day homily, on toast
Did you know that the soul is female? The Godhead is male in all religions rooted in the books of Moses; the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. But the soul is Anima; I know of no languages relevant to those religions in which there is a male word form for the soul. Whether you are male like me, or female, your soul is female.
Anima, according to Carl Jung, is the feminine side of a male’s unconscious mind. It can be identified as all the unconscious feminine psychological qualities that a male possesses. [Wikipedia]
Why am I bringing this up? No damn good reason at all. Except that my Mom rarely reads this blog, so I don’t need to wish her Happy Mother’s Day here. So I’ll take this opportunity to suggest that all you manly men like me take a moment to ponder the many facets of yourself, and wish the feminine side of your unconsious mind a happy day indeed. Nobody’s going to bring you tea and muffins in bed, but you might as well have a bowl of raisin bran, couple slabs of toast, and crawl back in the sack. Just don’t say where you got the idea.