Colin Cowie is absolutely cute!

More on the PBS Special: The 1960s

What the hell does Pat Buchanan know about what happened at the 1968 Democratic Convention? He wasnt there!

Story

Once there was a beautiful woman who lay sleeping peacefully, with a delicate grace, upon her bed. Her name was Iraq. Her bedroom, her sanctuary, was filled with deep, dark maroons and reds, colors she loved, and the bed was surrounded by mesh and thousands of butterflies flew around her bed. One morning, her eyes still closed a rank,ragged, uncouth man named George on the sly, entered her boudoir and made his way, his filthy clothes carrying a stench, to her bed. Iraq was still asleep, dreaming deeply, her thoughts carried off by the butterflies that filled the room, her arms were foled across her midsection, hands enclasped. This man,George, climbed onto her bed and forced himself upon her, throwing her long dress up above her head and spreading his foul body over hers. he unsheathed himself and plunged, carrying out his assault. As his assault began , a hissing sound rose across the room, expressed by the flapping of the butterflies wings. The assembled voice swooped down over George and whispered loudly in his ear, "pull out!" "pull out!" Offended at the assault of its precious daughter. George ignored the voice,determined in his assault. The clouds darkened around the house and a loud, shrill noise, like the twirping of crickets arose from the grounds around the house. The twirping noises, in a thunderous symphony, meted out the words, "Cut it off! Cut it off!" It was an imperious demand. Soon, the butterflies swooped down over George, and flung him across to the other side of the bed. His manhood still erect,he was in total shock at the forces that had overtaken him. The butterflies gathered together in acloud and swarmed around him. In one swoop, by the wing of one butterfly moved by the force of the wind, George's erect, assaulting tool had been cut away from his body, falling just beside him on the bed. the world had been restored and peace once again entered Iraq's beloved boudoir.

"All Power to the Imagination"

PBS Special: The Sixties

Last night's PBS special on the sixties was terribly dissapointing in its unscrupulous trashing of Huey P. Newton and other radicals. Its pro-establishment bias showed greatly. I was very disheartened to see Barbra Ehrenreich going along and contributing to that coloring of the radical movements of the sixties. Shame on you Barbara Ehrenreich!

Poem For Yesterday

Summer
sunny
afternoons
in
Grant Park
drifing into
evening
polo-shirted
dark-skinned
men
tossing around
a frisbee in the
soft melodic
breeze my
arms anchored back into the grass
laughing
smiling
inherently
happy

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Iraqi Refugees

Since the war began, the United States has only taken 701 Iraqi refugees. There are over two million dispossessed.

This Little Light of Mine

This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, this little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

Ev'ry where I go
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, ev'ry where I go
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
Ev'ry where I go
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

All in my house
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, all in my house
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
All in my house
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

I'm not going to make it shine
I'm just going to let it shine
I'm not going to make it shine
I'm just going to let it shine
Hallelujah
I'm not going to make it shine
I'm just going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

Out in the dark
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, out in the dark
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
Out in the dark
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

Those in the know say that the United States is looking for war with Iran.

Disturbing Headlines from Truthout.org

Prelude to an Attack on Iran
http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/082107J.shtml
Robert Baer reports for Time Magazine: "Reports that the Bush Administration will put Iran's Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps on the terrorism list can be read in one of two ways: it's either more bluster or, ominously, a wind-up for a strike on Iran. Officials I talk to in Washington vote for a hit on the IRGC, maybe within the next six months. And they think that as long as we have bombers and missiles in the air, we will hit Iran's nuclear facilities."

Barbara Boxer | GOP Power Grab Scheme in California Could Swing 2008 Election
http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/082107K.shtml
Senator Barbara Boxer writes in The Huffington Post: "Just when you thought it was safe to start thinking about having a Democrat in the White House, along comes a cynical power grab by Republican operatives. And unfortunately, it's happening right here in my own state of California. If you haven't heard already, Republican strategists recently announced plans to begin raising money for a dangerous initiative that would radically change the way California apportions our electoral votes in presidential elections."

White House Acts to Limit Health Plan for Children
http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/082107M.shtml
Robert Pear reports for The New York Times, "The Bush administration, continuing its fight to stop states from expanding the popular Children's Health Insurance Program, has adopted new standards that would make it much more difficult for New York, California and others to extend coverage to children in middle-income families."

Groove Me

King Floyd

Uhh! Awww, sookie sookie now!
Hey! Oww, uhh! Come on, baby!
Hey there, Sugar Darlin',
Let me tell you something
Girl, I've been trying to say, now.
You look so sweet,
And you're so doggone fine.
I just can't get you out of my mind.
You've become a sweet taste in my mouth, now.
And I want you to be my spouse,
So that we can live happily, nah-nah,
In a great big ol' roomy house.
And I know you're gonna groove me, baby.
Ahh, yeah, now.
You make me feel good inside.
Come on, and groove me, baby.
I need you to groove me.
Ahhh, yeah, now, now, darling.
Uhh! Come on, come on!
Hey! Uhh!
Hey there, Sugar Darlin',
Come on, give me something
Girl, I've been needing for days.
Yes, I'm good, good loving,
With plenty, plenty hugging.
Ooh, you cute little thang, you.
Girl, between you and me, nah-nah,
We don't need no company.
No other man, no other girl
Can enter into our world,
Not as long as you groove me, baby.
Ahh, come on.
Make me feel good inside.
Come on and groove me, baby.
Move me, baby.
Ahh, sock it to me, mama.
Uhh! Ahh, I like it like that, baby.
Uhh! Groove me, baby! Hey! Uhh!
Groove me, darling!
Come on, come on.
I need you to sock it to me, mama.
Come on and groove me, baby.
Hey! Uhh! Good, God!
It makes me feel so good inside, mama.
Now, come on, come on, and uhh,
Groove me, baby, groove me, baby.
Ahh, sock it to me,
Sock it to me,
Rock it to me.
Come on, come on!
Come on!
And uhh,
Groove me, mama, I want you to
Groove me!

What'll I Do?

Irving Berlin

Gone is the romance that was so divine.
'Tis broken and cannot be mended.
You must go your way,
And I must go mine.
But now that our love dreams have ended...

What'll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do?

What'll I do?
When I am wond'ring who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?



What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

Stock Market Crash Today

By God, the stock market is moving like my stomach does sometimes. What a mess!