Not new news, that the government is spying on anti-war protesters.
Why throw away perfectly good old posts when a couple of minor adjustments will do.
See also Bush calling the constitution just a goddamn piece of paper. Old news in blogworld as it’s over a few days old but it suits.
More Dissident Dick and Janes in the same-titled category.
I may do some more one of these days, but I’ve been too involved in the Hanford pics to think about it.
And that may be all she wrote as far as Bush & Co. postings for the month. There are just so many ways and times I can write, “They did it again.”
I first came upon Julia and Robbie when we were being told to put plastic over the windows and duct tape our doors if the anthrax was blowin’ in the wind.
Julia and Robbie first startled me. Then they made me happy. I read them several times over, delighted with FEMA. A bar had been raised, I’m not even sure what bar it was, but, as dizzying heights of absurdity make me giggly and ticklish it was jack-pot adrenaline time. “Here,” I wanted to call to Julia and Robbie, “toss me the ball, I’m open, I’ll run with it!”
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I’ve been trying to track back down a Laura Bush-approved book for children on the war where kids are supposed to eat a star candy each day until mom or dad returns and send mom or dad star-shaped cookies. I came across it by chance the other night and can’t find it now. Thought the idea pretty manipulative inventive myself, feeding the kids star candies to sell them on patriotic fervor while mom or dad is out fighting for oil. More make-a-memory patriotic devotionals applauded by the top armchair guns who wouldn’t be caught dead (uh hummm) out on battle lines. And when mom or dad never come home, then what?
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