In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Saturday, February 14, 2004

Wish Upon a Star... 

I was hoping—wishing?—to find some amusing stories for you. But it's late, and I'm striking out. Maybe if you're in the right mood, some of the stories on these links will appear to be amusing.

They're starting to sling the mud. Kerry is now being "charged" with having an affair. I don't care who these people are sleeping with as long as it's consensual, they're both "of age," and they haven't been campaigning about how straight and narrow they are. Geez. Americans are such Puritans.

I wish Ann Coulter would have some kind of awakening—or something. How come these right-wing Republican women are so nasty? Their guy is the president of the United States. What are they so pissed off about? Coulter goes after Max Cleland, the former Senator who lost three limbs in Vietnam. She sneers that the accident could have happened anywhere, since he picked up a grenade on his way to go drinking with his buddies. I find all this orgasmic rhetoric about who was the best damn little warrior distasteful myself, but Coulter is just hateful.

Here's Auntie Establishment's column. You might find it entertaining.

You've been reading about the problems with voting machines here and other places. This Congressman is trying to do something about it. Let's cross our fingers. Or wish upon a star...

This is a piece by someone who was cowed into removing a sign from his computer before going through the airport security. It is amazing how our firmly declared beliefs can suddenly slip away when fear takes charge.

I have a story on Alternet.org about librarians and the Patriot Act.

It's pouring down rain here and time for bed. I've been under the weather again, I'm afraid. I'll spare you the details. It's enough to know that I'm really ready to be on the mend. OK? I wish upon the entire freaking Universe to make that wish come true!

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