Please Show Madame Speaker The Door

Sweet Jeebus.

Impeachment is off the table. Defunding is off the table.  And now, it seems that even raising taxes to pay for the war is now off the table. 

Sure, Raising taxes can be scary. Any potentially politically unpopular decision can be scary. But, that’s kinda what leadership is all about.

The war tax idea came from Rep. James McGovern: raise $150 billion with a 2% to 15% surtax on your tax bill…  Not a percentage of your income; a percentage of the income tax you pay, ie, if you owe a $1000 tax bill, you pay $1200.

Not such a bad idea; fiscally responsible, even. And politically clever: reframes the war debate around the cost to the taxpayer.

Worth chewing over, you might say… well, here’s how The Hill described what happened today:

All told, the Democratic proposal for an “Iraq tax” lasted about four hours. That’s roughly the amount of time from when House Appropriations Committee Chairman David Obey (D-Wis.) gave life to the idea with his endorsement to when House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) strangled it.
“Just as I have opposed the war from the outset, I am opposed to a draft and I am opposed to a war surtax,” Pelosi said in a statement issued this afternoon.

She’s not wasting any time– for chrissake, the legislation isn’t even written yet!!

And here’s my thing: Even if you never intend to go there, why on earth wouldn’t you keep it around as a bargaining chip?  Have you never negotiated before?  And if you haven’t, what on earth are you doing in that job?

I’m sooo done with Nancy Pelosi.

Bummer (poor title choice)

C’mon people, this isn’t the place I’ve come to know and love lo these many, uh, weeks.  You’re going to ruin our reputation as sycophantic lightweights that have no clue about the real world.  I for one will not stand for it! 
I am a clueless lightweight! 
I’m just a -50-something lonely guy with no job and no future- who just wants to have some fun.

Normally I love to wallow in misery.  But after just logging on and seeing what has been going on here all day..(Tues)..y’all are taking it to a whole other level.

That was linked to here:

http://www.sciencebl…

WARNING: cat animation; and a video that begins with a ‘still’ of GWB.

UPDATE:  By 10:00 a.m. You’re gonna need this.

maybe weeks…

death. yeah, it really does happen. it’s just hard to believe. and in no way can i understand it.

the full impact of death didn’t really penetrate until my mother died. then i got it. there is nothing personal to it. it just happens.

i have a friend who is close to death. it has been a long goodbye. each small change, each new spot of cancer, each treatment, each fear mounted atop all the others… all these things looked at, then looked past

in some ways, it’s when we are at our best. hunkering down, dealing with everything being thrown at us and still HOLDING ON. holding on to ourselves, our hopes, our dignity. it is aMAZing.

and all this while, inch by inch, we lose… for my friend, he’s not sure of time. his memory is splintered. he has pain. he is scared. he has been invaded. but he said, tonight, he liked my boots. and that is so him.

hospice will make their first visit tomorrow.

how can it be, though. he is here. alive. my brain just can’t factor it. the idea he will be gone. maybe it’s days. no more than weeks. that there is no way back. death is the only idea that has beaten me. i have no insight into it. it is beyond me.

being here is like talking to a friend. what i love about it is i can see my thoughts. it helps. to have someplace like this. to be able to say these things.

The Tin Foil Hat Report

How does one explain what goes on in this country. 
Humans are most illogical as Star Trek’s Mr Spock would say.

http://people.csail….

A response I used in response to comments on the net while 911 truthing.  No, it’s not me but my lab does have some of this equipment.

http://zone.ni.com/d…

This one features a device for receiving and interpreting signals from the brain and driving a computer to act upon those requests.  The software package used to do this has amazing capacity plus does not require years of study to learn.  Now with this wonderful technology to aid people afflicted with neurological impairments what would you think this country would do with it.
Keep in mind these are students, the “kids” can do it.

Reversing the situation, if one can receive, can one transmit.  Links are definitely not CNN so many will be unmoved.  Then again in following scientific topics for 40 years some of the books I read as a kid you won’t see in any US library.
http://www.whale.to/…

http://www.us-govern…

So if you can’t sell the concept of Demonic possesion in this day and age you can always blame it on those mind control cell phone towers.

a poem inside a dream

This is a poem for buhdy and all of the other dreamers who have made docudharma a reality.

  a poem inside a dream
  house moves like sliding
  glass doors, recurring twice
  a year for years and
  then dissolved as the dream
  is very becoming towards
  reality.

  a dream inside a poem
  finds itself in a house
  full of hidden chambers
  doors and hallways
  rooms all lit but
  shadowy, layers of darkness
  flowing across the bare
  floors and walls.

  the doors inside the poem
  lead deeper into the house
  down the halls, up the stairs
  winding round and round
  recurrent themes of dreams
  rhythms in no time
  leading on to nowhere
  shifting gradually.

  the darkness inside the space
  overwhelming and consuming
  clinging cobwebs and dirt
  surrounding, dragging you down
  escaping only by entering
  a cubbyhole in a dark
  corner, leading into
  the dark passageways.

  the glass inside the holes
  shifts into skewed planes
  dissolving past reflections
  till the reality of ever
  narrowing walls squeezes
  so tight you can barely
  believe this turn of events
  as you squirm and wriggle
  along the seemingly endless tube.

  the slot inside the walls
  climbing straight up
  traversing, always tight
  sometimes up-side-down
  never ending transitions
  clutching at your heart
  throbbing
  in the blackest night.

  the space inside the mind
  becomes contracted, compressed
  squeezed by outer pressures
  clawing at curtains
  draped down the tubes
  sticky as webs
  tangling twisting entrapping
  never releasing.

  then suddenly, awake
  no longer stuck
  embracing the calm space
  clearly lit and blossoming
  forth, radiant beauty
  welcoming all being
  to this lofty chamber
  inside a dream, inside a poem.

Thanks Everybody