Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Wrong on the war. Wrong on the economy. Wrong on the environment. Wrong on healthcare. Wrong on civil rights. Has the Right ever been right?

"Not only are they wrong on all these questions, they're wrong on which questions we need to be asking. Wrong on 'values issues' like gays and abortion. Wrong on character and morality. Wrong on religion and the 'regular guy' factor. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"And not unintentionally wrong -- but intentionally. The Dick Cheneys of the world, rich elitists who support a more stratified society and maximum wealth generation, are trying to get you to focus on vague character issues so you don't notice that the Right favors the rich over the poor, every time. That their adolescent warmongering kills. That they will do anything rather than curtail their supporters' greed."

-- Jay Michaelson, "We Told You So", 2008-09-25

( Jay Michaelson, on what the left got right and the right got wrong )

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Whenever there's something on the television about The Lovin' Spoonfull, I wind up with "Nashville Cats" stuck in my brain for days afterward, even if I just channel-surfed past the show in question.

(  more of a 'tweet' than a journal entry, really )

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Damn it. After a day of feeling cruddy followed by a long night of not quite managing to fall asleep despite a tryptophan-rich meal, I finally achieved sleep at 7:00.

And as of 7:50, there's a jackhammer chittering its way through the sidewalk outside my window. Ten minutes to fucking eight ay em.

Okay, I know that before the weekend this time would've been called ten to nine thanks to Daylight Redistribution Time, but it is still ten to eight this week, and still fifty precious minutes since I finally managed to fall asleep this morning, and still right outside my fucking bedroom window with a thrice-damned pneumatic jackhammer.

I'm feeling sore from the all over muscle clench that noise produced as it woke me.

Damn it.

(And as long as I'm bitching about stuff on my street: sometime between when I came in Hallowe'en night and the next time I looked out the window Saturday afternoon, some asshole snapped off all the trees that my next-door neighbour had planted in the until-then-empty tree-planter-boxes on the sidewalk over the summer. Broken off right about where the branching started. *grrr*)

(  Fifty minutes afer the insomnia finally released its grip, something else grabbed hold and wrenched me from slumber (also, assholery over the weekend) )

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