The Furious Spinner

So I told you about the Sharpton's speech last night. I hope you saw it replayed on C-Span. Anyway, apparently he was supposed to only speak for 6 minutes. And DNC Chairman Terry McAuliffe looked at the copy for his speech and said, no way, ray. Calm the hell down. Well, Sharpton got up there and started to do the short speech, the one on the teleprompter. But it weren't goin' nowhere and he segued into another speech—into a speech from his heart. He was laying down a preachin'! Randi Rhodes said on the convention floor black delegates took the hands of white delegates and raised them up. As Obama said, "We are not Black America, we are not white America. We are the United States of America." (Of course, I prefer to see as as the United Planet Earth, but then I'm weird.)

By the way, if the Dems lose, Terry McAuliffe should be figuratively tarred and feathered. He's one of those Dems who keeps telling Kerry and the rest to steer to the center. If they listened to the delegates, they would see that the majority of Dems are anti-war, pro-peace, pro-choice, pro-environment, pro-gay and lesbian marriage. I can't stand Bill Bennett but I heard him say something the other day about Republicans. He said, "Yes, we're Republicans and we're conservative. We don't run from the word or who we are." And he's so right. Why the hell don't Democrats embrace being Liberal? (This article explores some of the reasons why the Democrats—those running the party—are cowardly about some subjects, like peace.

If one more person says, "God bless America," I shall puke to the tune of Star-Spangled Banner.

Joe Lieberman is talking. He's no Democrat. Why doesn't he face the fact that he's a Republican? Shall we have an intervention?

Won't' you be glad when this convention is over? Then I will go out into Nature and try not to pick up any leprosotic diseases. (Yes, I do believe I made that word up.) This morning I awakened at dawn. For some odd reason, sans any neighborly amount of clothes, I went downstairs and padded into the laundry room which is in the back of our house and looks out at the Peace Garden and my veggie garden. Up by the Kuan Yin Peace Garden I saw three or four raccoons scurrying about in the tall grass, cloaked in the gray light of dawn. Every once in a while the raccoons stopped and looked toward me. They reminded me of bandits from those old cartoons I used to watch on Saturday morn when I was a kid. Do you remember? The bad guys always had black masks across their faces. I know, it's not an original comparison, but that's what they looked like. "Did you get the stuff, Joe?" "I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold onto your tail." "Moe! Look, the broad's awake. We better scram." And just like that, they disappeared. It seems lately the wild is wandering into my yard. Should I search the grass for messages? Signs?

I'm listening....

"Look, the broad's awake. We better scram."

May You Look For Signs in Beauty!

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