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No wood on the 5th

Anniversary.

He tried to make it a day to at least mark, but I wasnt having it. Because I was, just like I was 5 years ago, scrambling with little sleep to finish a sewing project and broke as fuck and stressing over his children.

Its supposed to be better because We own a house now?

Tell it to my Supplemental tax bill. Oakland, kiss my dick. Make my streets safe to walk, like EVER, and you get my money for skeeter abatement, street lights, crappy shcools , adnauseum, clean parks (without blatant d-commerce activity, if you please)while your city staff milks every penny from your coffers, then goes on a junket, yet another "mayors retreat". Oh yah, then theres the nepotism, the identify theft from an unpaid and un-backgroundchecked intern, the obstruction of justice from the not so good people of OPD when it came to not MY black muslim bakery. Oh waitm and the gross "woops" mistakes on the crime pages, because someone didnt load data correctly. Datagirl checked. And She calls it criminal.

Hmm. Took me becoming a homeowner to realize Im really getting fucked by oakland after all. Detroit, schmoit. Oakland actually HAS money to extort, and all the piggies are feeding.

sewing til DH gets a job plus FT work in slam time plus mommy duties around house. How long can I last? Well, I have a couple of hundred more lbs to gain before Im COMPLETELY unable to function, so I give it a few years.

Gotme all weepy at lunchtime

http://www.slate.com/blogs/blogs/xxfactor/archive/2008/10/14/mending-the-flag.aspx

Mending the Flag

May I treat this blog as a touchy-feely women’s group for a moment and share something that happened to me this weekend? I was walking with my 2-year-old daughter in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park when, coming over a hill, we caught sight of a huge American flag—I’m talking huge, like half the size of a football field—spread out over the grass of the great lawn. Kids were running up and down the length of the flag while grown-ups sat cross-legged at intervals, sewing on stars and stripes. As it turned out, this was part of a local Obama fundraiser called the Mending Bee for Change; you could contribute by buying a star or get sponsored to stitch the flag.

Screengrab of Mending for change website: http://www.mendingbeeforchange.org/I

didn’t have a cent on me, so my only contribution was a grass stain created when my kid went for a vigorous roll on Old Glory. But something about seeing that homemade parachute-silk flag spread out on the grass, being quietly mended by some and merrily trampled by others, gave me a feeling I don’t think I’ve had in its pure form since childhood: I guess you could call it patriotism, but really it was more like (to use a word that’s nearly been denuded of meaning in this endless campaign) hope. It was just so moving to experience the American flag, not as something politicians brandish to prove a point (I wear one on my lapel! Oh yeah, well, I wear a big sparkly one on my lapel! Hey, I propose amendments against burning them!), but as something for people to gather around, dance on, and mend.

I’m not a believer in the Obamessiah by any stretch—in fact, I pity whichever one of the candidates inherits the mess we’re in. Especially with the economic wreckage now being handed to him, how can our next leader not be a disappointment? But whatever happens, we’re at a historic moment: possibly on the brink of electing an African-American president, yes, but also on the brink of ending a war, creating a national health-care program, and (O frabjous day!) sending George Bush off to cut brush in Crawford, Texas, forever. On Saturday I allowed myself, for a moment, to imagine my future self telling my grown daughter about the time she played ghost underneath an enormous American flag. That was right before Obama got elected, I’d say, and things started to change.

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A freind wrote me yesterday,

All I can is thank god u got your loan when you did. its an awful shame whats going on. people's heads should roll.....this is WAY worse than what Marie-Antoinette and Louis XVI did to France.

Where's the revolution??? All these arms everyone is so afraid of being made illegal....where are the peasants who are taking them up?

Disgusts me.

I told him People are too beat up to revolt. Matt Taiibi says it so much better:

" Sarah Palin is a symbol of everything that is wrong with the modern United States. As a representative of our political system, she’s a new low in reptilian villainy, the ultimate cynical masterwork of puppeteers like Karl Rove. But more than that, she is a horrifying symbol of how little we ask for in return for the total surrender of our political power. Not only is Sarah Palin a fraud, she’s the tawdriest, most half-assed fraud imaginable, 20 floors below the lowest common denominator, a character too dumb even for daytime TV – And this country is going to eat her up, cheering every step of the way. All because most Americans no longer have the energy to do anything but lie back and allow ourselves to be jacked off by the calculating thieves who run this grasping consumer paradise we call a nation.
"

HES RIGHT.

http://brightideasgroupblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/matt-taibbis-lies-of-sarah-palin.html