Don't Tread on Me

Congress has a new court jester (Al Franken), I'm getting a Blackberry, and Drudge could've spared us from seeing this picture:

If I was at the Apollo and inadvertently witnessed this, I would've pulled out the ol' stink eye. Obama sucks at policy but he certainly can give people some mean ass looks!

I think Sotomayor has been giving off a lot of stink eye vibes lately after yet another one of her decisions was overturned. Yesterday, the Supreme Court declared that white firefighters in Connecticut were unfairly denied promotion because of their race. Those men don't deserve our "sympathy," but justice. What do they know, however. A Latina woman with the richness of her experience...Honey, drinking Goya and cooking rice and black beans isn't equivalent to entering a burning building and dodging falling debris to rescue someone.

Let me make just one observation about all the recent deaths: Ed McMahon got screwed. We're not only mourning Farrah and Michael, but Ed didn't get a memorial special! So cold, especially given this badass picture (kudos to a compatriot for passing it along to me):


I hope Governor Sanford doesn't ever try to get his penicilin precription refilled at my local CVS Pharmacy--the entity that uprooted my evening plans and thus led to me having time to sit and write. I've been really busy trying to juggle all the responsibilities I've been charged with this summer, but I am trying to make time to participate in a 4th of July Tea Party. Even more important than ever before after the House passed--in Boehner's words--"a pile of shit" (Cap and Trade).

Step by step, the federal government is wresting control over our lives. You cannot tell me what to eat, what to drive, where to live, how much electricity I can use, or what doctors to visit. Some people will realize that Uncle Sam is becoming quite dictatorial when it's too late. After all: Our President supports the former Honduran president who was ousted after dismissing his country's constitution.

Obama, don't tread on me! (Note: This video pales in comparison with seeing 311 live, which I did last Sunday. I gotta say, Nick Hexum had me mesmerized. I would've mindscrewed him had it not been for the fact that he looks like a married guy I once accidentally went out with. We had enough awkward episodes during that charade!)

Like the Weather

Governor Sanford will have plenty of time on his hands soon. Time during which he can perhaps hike the Appalachian Trail, go back to Argentina for an extra lovin' spoonful of career-ruinin' extramarital vajayjay action, or contemplate whether nudists will help save the planet by letting it all hang out.

Someone please make sure that Al Gore purchases carbon credits in lieu of stripping!

EcoNudes are dedicated to the pursuit of happiness while wearing only one's God-given birthday suit. From the group's website:

EcoNudes believe that a NUDE and ideally Vegetarian or Vegan lifestyle has a positive effect on global warming, climate change and society. Together EcoNudes work for freedom, harmony and peace.

I've been eating a lot of fish and veggies in my futile attempt to "get healthy" ahead of a doctor's appointment, but I'm not thinking about the Gore-created concept of climate change as I tear the head off my broccoli drenched in Smart Balance butter spray.

Put me on a secluded nudist beach with James Franco and maybe I'll change my mind about stripping down to save the planet.

The Air That I Breathe

While Kim Jong Il gets set to launch an Independence Day present our way and our President prepares to waste time pawning his health care plan via Another Barack Company, a voice silenced in Iran still yields a louder and more potent message. That voice belongs to Neda, a woman cruelly murdered by a sniper in Iran during protests on Saturday.

Obama has stated that, given the history between Iran and the Unite States, it wouldn't be good to "meddle." Good point from Washington Times:

As for those who are saying it is wrong to "meddle" in Iran's internal affairs, would you please note that Iranians are holding signs in English. Many of the blog posts, tweets and YouTube narrations are also in English. If they are not crying out directly for American aid, why are they using English?

I wouldn't allow a country that murders its own people, denies the Holocaust, and falsely touts itself as the most democratic nation to develop nuclear capabilities. Iran--more specifically, its irrational leaders--cannot be trusted as a steward of anything let alone nuclear tech.

Obama doesn't evoke JFK or Lincoln. In fact, Neville Chamberlain comes to mind...

While I tend to let weighty issues like national security and protests abroad put me in a funk, I've turned my thoughts to more immediate and (literally) pressing issues like my daily commute. Fortunately, I was off from work yesterday and missed the Metro accident and its domino effect.

Most of my travel frustrations revolve around being able to hear people's crappy music, people who won't relinquish their seats to the elderly--especially when they're sitting in that special zone (should WMATA start fining people like NYC's subway system? It could generate money that would help replace all the old trains that the NTSB has denounced), and seat hoggers.

Any safety concerns I ever experienced were connected to my fears of a chemical or biological attack. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...feel the burn and hope you suffocate quickly. Or whatever happens; I just tell my friends that I live near the epicenter of an attack site and I only hope that my computer and any otherwise incriminating effects of mine are incinerated or seized by a surviving friend before my Mom arrives on the scene if she isn't obliterated by a subsequent attack.

I took transportation safety for granted until yesterday. While I'm not Red Line, I could've been involved in that accident. We just never know when our number is going to be up. Sometimes life isn't easy or fair, but I'd prefer to stick around just a little longer.

I'm Gonna Git You Sucka

Obama says he loses sleep over deficit fears. Tonite as he slumbers, will he see the face of the fly he killed? I think not. Flawless execution! A+ for the kill Mr. President, but I still give you an F on your health care plan.



PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, not People Eating Tasty Animals) issued a statement on its blog:

Well, I guess it can't be said that President Obama wouldn't hurt a fly. The commander in chief was recently pestered by a fly during an interview. He swatted at the insect and killed the little guy instantly.

Believe it or not, we've actually been contacted by multiple media outlets wanting to know PETA's official response to the executive insect execution.

In a nutshell, our position is this: He isn't the Buddha, he's a human being, and human beings have a long way to go before they think before they act.

If all this has you wondering how you can be a bigger person (figuratively, as well as literally) in your dealings with exoskeletal beings, check out our handy-dandy bug catcher—one of which we are sending to President Obama for future insect incidents. I can tell you from personal experience that it sure came in handy the other day, when one of my cats was chasing the World's Largest Palmetto Bug around the house.

Next time I fly, I'll look for that product in the SkyMall catalogue!

Today I wanted to judo chop my commute: An extra hour both ways. I ended up riding a bus I haven't been on since I moved from Old Town. It was both oddly warming and weird to see my old busmates. Of course, I wasn't ever a member of their "happy hour club" but I'm ok with that. I guess I always did give off vibes that I could eat them for breakfast. 'Tis better to be feared than loved...where have I read that?

Baby, it's a Wild World

I think the picture above would apply to Ahmadinejad if he had ovaries. You say you want a revolution? Well, the people of Iran are rising up!

I have been glued to the Twitter feeds about the election in Iran this weekend and haven't done much else. Both inspiring (people's revolt) and downright infuriating (government response). I woke up early Saturday morning and caught the results and thought I was still dreaming. However, I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, Iran's government is not one to play fair.

Come to think of it, I did a lot of sleeping/dreaming this weekend: Over 20 hours total. My mind uses my (now non-existent) biking time and sleeping to sort things out, and I guess I had a lot to do this weekend. Or it could have been the jet lag. It was great either way. After my recent prolonged hotel stay, I will not take my bed for granted.

I am ashamed that I didn't post something in the spirit of Flag Day/Army's birthday this weekend. However, I thanked some vets last nite and I attempted to gleam some life lessons from them. The early morning political/economy rap session at IHOP that followed just reminded me that Cat Stevens was right: Baby, it's a wild world. And I desperately need a vacation.