the economy is pissing on me I have this birdfeeder outside my big front window, and it is quite the popular hangout for the house finches, or whatever you call them. They fight for a good perch on it, grappling in midair, divebombing each other, and using all the other tactics of birdie warfare. I thought about adding an additional feeder, but I think that would make things worse rather than better. Anyway, my cat was inside, noticed all the commotion at the feeder, and proceeded to take a running *SPLAT* against the window in his misguided attempt to join the fun. It was a really classic four-legs-sprawled-out belly splat too, and would have been more hilarious had he not then rebounded directly onto my poor orchid that was just recovering after its long ordeal in our dark, dank former apartment. You know, I've tried to be compassionate about this Reagan thing, but enough is really enough. For one, I think they should let his mouldering corpse rest. For another, he was a terribly, horribly evil man. I spent time in Nicaragua and have friends there. He did a great job of causing the rape and pillage of this poor, harmless little country, destroying their dreams of enough food and free education and healthcare for everyone. So many people died, and for what? To create a "democracy"? Please. These people fought so that they could have a say in their own lives; so they could acheive something above a miserable, subsistence existance; so that most of their infants wouldn't die of malaria or malnutrition. They overthrew Somoza, who was a U.S.-supported dictator, and they lost many a life doing it. And then the U.S. killed more of them and installed another U.S. puppet. Not that the Sandinistas were perfect, but at least they won fair and square, at a great cost. And of course a little country like Nicaragua didn't have a prayer in fighting against the U.S.- supported Contra army, especially when the Contras kidnapped men and forced them to fight on their side. I won't go into Libya and Granada, because I know very little about these events. But we all have to give three resounding farts for trickle-down economics. I still remember my mom's reaction to this theory, even though I was very young: "I sure feel like something is trickling down on my head, but it sure as hell ain't money." Unfortunately, Bush has revived this theory, and I payed more taxes than ever last year, although my income remained stagnant. So, bury that fucker and let him go. He lived a long, long time, surviving bullet wounds and broken hips, only to spend his last living decade as a hungry ghost, lost and confused. Plus, the funeral coverage preempted Jeopardy. |