Furibundum

So I was watching on PBS this evening about the war crap, I don't recall which show, not that anyone watches public broadcasting with fattest losers and dancing fools on at the same time anyway. Whatever, I watched ... and it pissed me off all over again, just when we've all forgotten about anything other than our me me me 401(k)s and bank accounts and shit. Remember the wars? Remember how Bush has so fucked the world over these past several years? Or if nothing else, with our short-term memory disorder, at least why you've become suddenly poor? If you're not a complete idjit, you will at least, I would hope, take the time to go vote away next Tuesday the reason for this country's downward spiral. Which, by the way, will require voting for Obama. If you're a McCain supporter, sorry, no disrespect, but please just stay the fuck home. Don't risk missing elimination night of the shittiest dancer or which fatty might go home. The lines at the polls will be too l...

Today was Mother's Day and although I procrastinated, just under the wire I emailed Mom a free e-card and even stepped it up a notch by forwarding also the picture of a lovely virtual bouquet I found online! The roses were beauteous, if I do say so myself. Nothing's too good for my mom! Something I didn't know, though (perhaps I'm just historically retarded), was that Mother's Day began in part as the result of an 1800s anti-war peace movement. I've never heard of Julia Ward Howe in my life, but I did some googling (are we to still capitalize now that Google is both noun and verb? I'm not sure.) Anyway, she apparently worked with the widows and orphans of soldiers for both the North and the South during the Civil War (ultimate oxymoron, that) and witnessed first-hand some of the worst the war had to offer: the death and disease which killed and mutilated the soldiers, also recognizing the economic devastation and crises of war. [We now know, of course, in ...