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Are_grits_groceries's JournalGeorge Takei tweets about the shutdown:
@GeorgeTakei: How many feel waking up to the news this morning.
Ha!
SHUTDOWN!
The cat(the nation)will now spring into action. The GOPeas will be under attack:
It's not a funny situation, but the kittehs represent what I do think will happen. The crazies may be able to escape consequences because of their districts composition. For many of them, there will probably be a kerfuffle to say the least.
BTW as the markets drop, Wall Street may be another creature dropping on their heads. They didn't pay those mooks to lose kazillions because of idiocy.
WTF?! Men in Black Parachute into Wall Street Before Dawn Today
Security cameras on Wall Street caught a pair of parachutists landing in front of the Goldman Sachs building before dawn this morning and then walking away with their chutes.
The two chutists, dressed in black, drifted into the narrow confines at the intersection of West and Vescey streets, New York Police Commissioner Ray Kelly said.
“At 3:07 this morning, two individuals apparently parachuted to the front of the Goldman Sachs building. We’re not 100 percent sure of the location, if they came out of an aircraft, but they were seen walking away with the parachutes away from the location,” he said.
“What they came out of, we don’t know. They were wearing black suits of some sort and black helmets and they are believed to be men,” Kelly said.
Goldman Sachs building security notified the NYPD after seeing the landing on the building’s surveillance footage. The NYPD said it now has surveillance video.
“Apparently, some camera catches the landing. There are no banners, no notes were left. Obviously it’s something that is under investigation,” Kelly said. The NYPD says they don’t have a possible motive, but say the incident is being investigated as a stunt and not something more sinister.
http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2013/09/men-in-black-parachute-into-wall-street-before-dawn-today/
Now what?
The Elvis Impersonator,Karate Instructor,Fridge Full of Severed Heads,& the Plot 2 Kill Pres.Obama
Remember that crazy story about the dude in Mississippi who mailed ricin to Obama and then tried to frame some other dude in mississippi for the crime? Well, as Wells Tower discovered when he traveled to Tupelo and started poking around, the story is a thousand times crazier than you thought.
Spend a week or two in Tupelo, Mississippi, and you begin to wonder if the air down here perhaps contains an element that causes dreams to ignite and burn hotter and stranger than elsewhere in the world. What are the dreams that catch fire in this town? They are dreams of rock ’n’ roll; of valor, metamorphosis, and ruination; sex and betrayal; of the government and shadowy forces; of the grand dream, American. The ether here is surely spiked with something. How else do we explain the dream of the poor hillbilly born in a shotgun shack in east Tupelo, who invented rock ’n’ roll and changed the world and died on the toilet at the age of 42? How else to understand a man like Kevin Curtis, one of northeastern Mississippi’s preeminent Elvis impersonators, whose life was nearly ruined by the sight of a severed head on a refrigerator shelf? How else to make sense of the story you are about to hear, the tale of Mr. Curtis and Everett Dutschke, two men who might have shared a lovely friendship but instead had a weird feud that ended in the attempted poisoning of the president of the United States?
Theirs is a story of human dismemberment and righteous causes, of martial arts and murder intrigues, sexual perversity, political conviction, and resentments dearly held. What lies behind Mr. Curtis and Mr. Dutschke’s spectacular collision? A lot of odd and complicated things. But in the simplest sense, perhaps it’s that these gentlemen simply had too many dreams in common, and in their particular America, there are only so many dreams to go around.
The feud makes history in the third week of April 2013. Spring has broken brightly, gently, but Kevin Curtis is lately being haunted by dark fancies and dreams. Kevin is sure someone is watching him. For the past few days, every time he looks in his rearview, he sees some guy in sunglasses tailing him in a Crown Victoria or an SUV. And is it just Kevin, or is that the chuddering of chopper blades high in the air above his home?
Curtis, 46, lives alone with his dog, Moo Cow, a Holstein-spotted Chihuahua–Jack Russell mix. Tonight, Wednesday, April 17, he and the dog are due at Kevin’s ex-wife Laura’s house for dinner with the kids. Out on his street, something weird is in the air. Kevin’s neighbors are the kind of people who tend to hide out in their houses, but tonight they’re out on their lawns, “pacing like ants.” He waves at a few of them, and they look at him queerly, like maybe they want to wave back but they’re afraid something bad might happen if they do.
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It gets crazier and crazier: http://www.gq.com/news-politics/newsmakers/201310/paul-kevin-curtis-elvis-impersonator-ricin-assassinations#ixzz2gOTltCqG
Only in Mississippi or many other small Southern towns where the heat melts brains.
At least Moo Cow is ok.
This Is What You’re Missing: An American Love Story (Wow! Just wow! Poignant)
This is a story in search of a genre. Let’s be clear: I chose to write about sisters because that’s the only story that is mine, that I have any right to tell. But whether this slips into memoir, political essay, or eulogy, here’s what to know: this is, and has always been, a love story–cracked around the edges, too black, too queer, too short, more hospital room than beach at sunset, but fuck it. Love.
A story about a gay, black girl who wears fitteds, locks and J’s in a country that could not love that combo-special any less, is political from title to genre to The End–even without permission: girls like my sister get presidential speeches and sermons; but aside from the occasional “Pariah,” no love story or love song to hang their (snap-back) hats on. For sure, how they love is shaped in all directions by what this country is and is not, but that they loved–that this a story about two beautiful women who fought and loved hard for five years until the day someone literally pulled the plug–is not politics. This is in honor of my Baby Sis and Danielle**, the girl she loved, and what those two taught and continue to teach me and us about what it means to love someone.
On the morning my mother called me out of sleep, I had been holding my breath. Being Big Sister is a lifetime of holding your breath for terrible phone calls. When she was a toddler–even back then, so clearly and devastatingly bright and charming and daring–I thought the calls would only be about what my sister did to the world. As my sister got older, my fears evolved into how the world would tend to her. Even with a Master’s, a beautiful face, and an arresting personality–this girl would run the universe one day if we let her–I knew the world would only see the sag of her pants and act on its desire to manage or crush what terrified it about my sister.
Those calls had come before.
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http://www.sisteroftheyam.com/?p=61
Ocean – ALL you Need to Know!! Children Writing About the Ocean….
LOL! Out of the mouths of babes.....
1) - This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. (Kelly, age 6)
2) - Oysters' balls are called pearls. (Jerry, age 6)
3) - If you are surrounded by ocean, you are an island. If you don't have ocean all round you, you are incontinent. (Mike, age 7)
4) - Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson. She's not my friend any more. (Kylie, age 6)
5) - A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head. (Billy, age 8)
6) - My uncle goes out in his boat with 2 other men and a woman and pots and comes back with crabs. (Millie, age 6)
7) - When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes when the wind didn't blow the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans. (William, age 7)
8) - Mermaids live in the ocean. I like mermaids. They are beautiful and I like their shiny tails, but how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? like, really? (Helen, age 6)
9) - I'm not going to write about the ocean. My baby brother is always crying, my Dad keeps yelling at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. (Amy, age 6)
10) - Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting. Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves in to chargers. (Christopher, age 7)
11) -When you go swimming in the ocean, it is very cold, and it makes my willy small. (Kevin, age 6)
12) - Divers have to be safe when they go under the water. Divers can't go down alone, so they have to go down on each other. (Becky, age 8)
13) - On vacation my Mom went water skiing. She fell off when she was going very fast. She says she won't do it again because water fired right up her big fat ass. (Julie, age 7)
14) - The ocean is made up of water and fish. Why the fish don't drown I don't know. (Bobby, age 6)
15) - My dad was a sailor on the ocean. He knows all about the ocean. what he doesn't know is why he quit being a sailor and married my mom. (James, age 7)
(From email)
Incarcerating Kids
Incarcerating Kids
When I taught school, invariably some students would end up in Juvie. I am sure there was some distinguished name for the place they were going, but it was Juvie to the kids and it was Juvie to me.
The PTB in my school rarely apprised me of this move. So I turned to the reliable source of news, the kids. They knew everything. It didn't matter if it was school, neighborhood, or whatever. If it was related to their universe, they had the scoop. They knew all the details that even the PTB might not know.
I hated it when a kid went to Juvie. Of course, the obvious reason is that once again a young person was going to be behind bars. Juvie was not known for broadening horizons and uplifting spirits. Their mission statement as far as I could tell was "We may not make you better, but we will make you stay out of people's lives." It was shortsighted, but hey, it was a goal.
I hated it because it made the kids mean and/or meaner. Many weren't bad to the bone incorrigible criminals. Most needed structure, guidance, and some path of hope out of gawd knows what situations. Juvie was not the place for that.
Give anybody some time in Juvie and see how their dispositions change. I doubt if it will be for the better. These kids were going to be out on the streets again. One would think that trying to give them some help so that they didn't return would be on top of the list. I don't think it was on the list if there even was a list.
I also hated kids being sent to Juvie because they learned a lot of new things and they weren't constructive. The kids naturally shared their adventures, and these gave each of them many ideas that they might never have had. In addition, the kids could discuss how to avoid pitfalls and add helpful hints. It was a learning experience alright.
I still remember some students and their escapades. I was calling roll one morning when one student spoke up and told me that Jamie was going to be absent. Of course I asked why and I was told he was in jail.
It would seem that while walking to school, Jamie was getting a little too cold. He saw a car warming up in a driveway. Yep, he jumped in and drove away. He didn't lead the police on any high-speed chase. They pulled him over driving around town and he quietly went with them.
Jamie wasn't a mean kid. He couldn't read and had no interest in school. He was always truant and pulling some stunt that was either dangerous, against the law, or both. Off to Juvie he went as a repeat offender.
Another kid wasn't in class on the first day. I knew him from earlier encounter.
Me: "Where's Danny"
Kids: He's in Juvie.
Me: Why?
Kids:He shot a man.
Me:Okaaaaaaaay.....
I could never get the story straight about the shooting. There were many angles and people involved.
One day Danny just showed up and was sitting in a front seat. He was a big kid and he did not look especially happy. Danny had been released and there he was. I never learned anything from the PTB about him or any plans to help him. He eventually relaxed and the year passed uneventfully.
Juvie has become a holding cell for kids. They go in with problems, and they come out with even more. Those who want these units to be punishment oriented forget or don't care that these kids WILL be back on the streets. They will be older, bigger, and meaner.
These kids did need help. They were beyond getting it in a school setting. However, Juvie was a place that did not provide that help. I'm sure there are some decent units in places. There aren't enough of them.
God Bless The Child
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
-Billie Holiday
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