The Furious Spinner

Here are some short takes about the debate by writers on AlterNet.org. And here is a longer piece.

I'm sure you've heard how the Bushies are trying to spin the fact that there were no WMD in Iraq. This spoof isn't far off the mark, which is scary.

Two things the candidates are not talking about that I think people care about: the environment and our civil liberties. Kerry should have Robert Kennedy jr. as his environmental advisor. I hope at the next debate he goes after Bush on this issue. Here's a Grist guide about the elections and the environment. He's not going after Bush about the abuse of our civil liberties either (and I include women's reproductive rights in this). He needs to detail specific cases of abuses by Ashcroft. AlterNet has some great articles about this issue.

Here's a site where non-Americans can vote in the elections. A couple of days before the "real" election, they'll publish the results.

It is pouring down pissing rain. They're worried about a lahar (mud flow) on Loo Wit because of the rain. The mountain seems to have settled down—although if you listen to the experts, it's sometimes difficult to tell what's up. It's either going to blow big, according to one expert; or it's going to go back to sleep or keep erupting steam, according to other experts. I understand that they don't really know, and I appreciate it when they just say that.

It's the middle of the night. Can't sleep. My body is sore. I had a run-in with a truck. We were in Portland today and a parked truck decided to come out into traffic when we were stopped at a light right next to it. We beeped and beeped and the truck got closer—there was no place we could go—and the truck was about to squash me and perhaps get me kilt. I did the only sensible thing. In the little space still left I jumped out of the car and began beating on the truck. Then I cursed out the driver. Asshole scared the shit out of me. When my safety is threatened or compromised, I run on pure adrenalin. If I'd had a knife or a hammer or some kind of weapon, I'm not convinced I wouldn't have harmed that truck in some way. Not the driver. But the truck. After we went on our way again and my body started to absorb the adrenalin, my hand and arm started to throb. It hurt for hours, and I now have a small goose egg on my arm. Not the smartest thing I've ever done.





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