And Then She Stole Our Dreams and Broke Our Hearts

 Obama Pictures and McCain Pictures

So today I heard that Caribou Barbie cancelled her upcoming appearance at a fundraiser here in Washington State.

Well.

Thanks for making the days a little less exciting, a little drabber- thanks for NOTHING Caribou Barbie.

You could have brought joy and excitement to the people of Washington State-

 we could have organized rallies and invited young people who can’t afford to go to College and working Moms and Single Dads and all of  people who are losing their homes to show up and wave signs around with your name on it to tell us what they think you could do bring to the Country- should God forbid- anything happen to John McInsanity McCain.

We even could have held fundraisers like bake sales where the main prize at the Silent Auction could have been a giant cake that looks like a Bridge and little cupcakes under it shaped like the Exxon Valdez.

And as a way to involve everyone across the state we could have held a series of charity Hockey games ( and not told the people who actually owned the Ice Rinks we were showing up…sort of like what you did with that sports center in Wasilla )  and everyone who played- even the guys- could have worn lipstick and helmets shaped like dogs heads.

The highlight of your visit could have been your entrance.

For your grand entrance we could have had little kids a dressed up like Polar Bears and three legged wolves running around screaming, ” The Mavericks are Coming, The Mavericks are Coming! ” as you raced your way down the street after them on a Snowmachine while wearing an Alaskan Independence Party  T-Shirt and your husband’s name written on your forhead in red sharpie pen.

Those are such great ideas Caribou Barbie, it’s a shame that we can’t….

hey

you know what?

We could do these things without you.

Yes.

!Yes We Can!

Caribou Chuckles

According to some map on CNN Washington State is ‘ up for grabs ‘ because all of us out here in the Pacific Northwest are SO in love with Caribou Barbie.

So here’s some insight from:

a woman

who is from Washington State

and can take a joke- which is what this survey must have been:

Okay CNN guys…good one but here are some facts about Washington State-

First of all:

The last time we had a Republican Governor was in 1980 and the last time our state went to a Republican Presidential candidate was in 1984. I doubt if we would entertain the thought of supporting a Republican candidate like  McCain who has to date told 52 whopping big lies that are now plastered all over Youtube and the internet and his VP Pick Chick who thinks that being able to see Russia from her back yard counts as Foreign Policy Experience.

Washington state has given things to the world like Jimmy Hendrix, Mount St. Helens and the Lady Washington– that bitchin’ ship that was used in  the Star Trek Movie ” Generations ” as well as the  “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies 

and 

FYI one of the ” Founding Fathers ” of Seattle was a woman named Lou Graham  – she was a Madam.

Like Frank Sinatra said, we do it our way in Washington State.

 We’re not  going to get into lockstep with a bunch of Republicans from Alaska. I’m not saying anything bad about Alaska but Hell the reality is, we’re not even in lockstep with the Eastern half of our own state.

So whatever it was they were drinking at CNN when they came up with that factoid- share it with the rest of us.

We could all use a good laugh about now.

Every Step Of The Way

c.a.d.

denver, co

I went back and searched for pictures of the lines- of any one of the many lines- I stood in with my friends from Washington State and California to  attend the Obama Nomination Acceptance Speech in at the Mile High Stadium in  Denver, Co.

There are pictures of neat lines that went somewhere, but there were none of us standing in the lines that went in circles or pictures of the other lines that  we got into that led down dirt trails to the street that we crossed  so that we could cross the street again and go back to the stadium and go through a security line.

Those images are committed to memory just like the ones I have now of how we walked around and around we told each how one day we would tell our Grand kids what we did so that we could be there the day President Obama accepted the Nomination.

I’ll remember how hot it was, stories about the people we met- the determination we all had to make it through that line- how people didn’t bicker or fight or snap at each other when things got confusing.

I remember law enforcement officers in riot gear handing out bottles of water and asking how people were feeling. I remember that we all enjoyed joking around with them.

In those wonky lines we told each other that were sorry that we were missing the music and speeches, but we were also telling ourselves that whatever it took, we were going to be in the stadium in time to see our Candidate acccept the Nomination.

So was it worth the dust, the heat, the weird lines that went nowhere? Was it worth the uncertainty, the aching feet the sore legs?

I think that line, that walk, represented what our Country has been through for the past  eight years- and I’ll tell you something else, at some level I think that’s what kept us going.

We are on a journey to end all of that.

When me and my friend got into the Stadium we sat about six rows down from the very top row at the stadium I’m from Seattle so that hike up was a challenge and at one point I tried to take a breath and couldn’t get air into my lungs.

But in that packed section we were assigned to I saw a place for us- and that did it, we made it to our row and when we sat down we started to laugh.

We Made It

at last.

 

Anita Marie

Mountlake Terrace, Washington

A Unity Moment

c.a.d.


Tonight my husband got to see Bill Clinton do what Bill Clinton does best- Bill Clinton led the Democratic Party and it gladly followed him

Luis was there for the Roll Call and the Nomination Speech.

It was a big deal and a big night.

Ten minutes ago Luis calls me up and I can hear my friend in the background losing her mind and she’s screaming ” I can’t believe it, oh my God, oh my God I can’t believe it!”

” What, what is it? ”  I ask.

” There’s this motorcade and it stopped right next to us and the driver gets out opens the door and from this building…”  my husband is laughing and all of my friends are yelling.

” Is it…” I start to ask and then my friend takes the phone,

” It’s Jennifer Lopez! It’s Jennifer Lopez!” they’re all screaming.

And then I guess Jennifer Lopez did what she does best.

In appreciation of the adoring idiots who disturbed me when I was writing she posed waved and they got pictures of her famous backside.

How funny- a group called PUMA ( Party Unity My Ass ) wants to divide the Democratic Party here in Denver and on a street just outside of the Pepsi Center where the Democratic  Convention was held the Party was unified over an Ass.

Dude, we are so taking back our Party and our Country.

One Voice, One Vote, One Finger

A message has come out of the DNC in Denver…it’s one we can rally around…and that message is:

F$!@# Fox News!

fyi the guy running to the barricade is a FAUX SPEWS reporter.

c.a.d.

your friend in Denver.

Terry You Are SO Funny

c.a.d.

My friend Terry, who once got me to Google DRIVING DIRECTIONS from New York to London, England has again talked me into doing something on-line against my better judgment.

As I write posts from the Democratic Convention in Denver she thinks I should weave the following into my writing…a theme if you will.

Or sure.

Like I’m that kind of writer- me Terry grew up together- my Mom considers her to be a daughter- Terry knows me better then that- she knows I spent my time in English class writing all over my desk and reading Rock and Roll Magazines instead of reading the text book.

Geeze.

I just figure Terry’s got a sicker sense of humor then I do.

It’s a family thing.

Anyway here is what Terry thinks I should keep in mind as I write about the Convention:

” if you can weave this important quote into your narrative about the whole event, everything will be just great. — ‘Every waking second, I can see: what is, what was, what could be, what must not…” ‘

Oh very funny.

If I do that I’m going to get e-mails about drunken blogging

AGAIN.

Well Terry ,

for you and just for you

I’ll give it a shot

( Ha, Ha, Ha )

And The Answer Is…

While he was working on the film ” Lawrence of Arabia “

Peter O’Toole said that he believed a lot of T.E. Lawrence’s ‘issues’ could have been cured with three things:

Some

 Whiskey

A good cigar

and a woman.

I’m thinking that this could work for the PUMATARDS who want to crash the Democratic  Convention in Denver.

Maybe all they need is to toss back a few drinks, get laid and maybe, just maybe that could help them to  lighten the hell up.

-Okay-

 I’ll say it for you

that may not sound dignified

and it for sure sounds nasty

-however-

 the PUMATARDS are ones who want to blow Kazoos when speakers that they don’t like start talking.

So that’s the choice:

Booze and Men ( or women, whatever floats your boat )

 or Kazoos.

So PUMATARDS

Act like adults

 leave the Kazoos at home

and try

for the love of God

  not do something that could haunt you from the halls of Youtube

for the rest of your life.

 

It’s 3AM And The Phone Is Ringing…

Yesterday I surfed ALL of the cable news shows because after years of watching the Press go into  Whore Mode for the White House, for having to sit through  “News Stories” concerning Britney Spears Mental Health Issues and for the endless stories concerning anorexic starlets and stories about  crotch shots

 after all of that

I could sit back on my couch with my can of Pringles and a Wine Cooler and see one ‘news source’ after another go into meltdown mode because the Obama Campaign did to them what they have been doing to the public for ‘lo these many years.

THEY SCREWED THE PRESS.

Instead of sitting around a desk with a smarmy smile because they have ‘sources’ feeding them their stories and let’s face it, if someone else is doing the work you’re not going to be breaking a sweat are you?

Anyway.

 This time the press actually had to work for a story.

And let’s see what did they come up with?

Oh yeah.

Nothing.

I took a mean sense of pleasure from listening to one talking head after another end every comment they made with a nervous, ” but we don’t know…”

Boy did they look ticked off.

Oh here, I have to wipe this little tear of joy out of my eye.

Now.

I ask you.

 Who was there to answer the call at 3:00?

Uh.

We did…you know…

We The People.

I Am Forever

My friend and I were goofing off at the computer and he came up with this funny idea.

Now, I thought it was funny and he thought he was being funny so he puts his name into an obituary finder and we discover he has recently died all over the United States, The U.K. and Canada.

” Man, that sucks. ” I said.

My name didn’t turn up anywhere.

“I am forever.”

 I said it slowly and then I dropped a wink and smiled.

All of the sudden he decided to make a junk food run and I’ll bet he’s out there right still now hosing himself down in Holy Water and asking himself why oh why out of all the people on Earth he has to play that stupid stunt with a walking horror show like Anita.

I didn’t tell him I dropped the vowels out of my last name when I typed it in to the finder screen.

Yeah.

For sure.

I am forever…

  wicked.

a.m.

    :::click on the tombstone to make one of your own:::

Freedom Of Speech- I Has It

Sorry to interrupt my daily post- I’ll be back later with some fun stuff but for today:

This is a note to those sneaky bastards in my non-cyber world

who crawl all over my blogs

not because they like what I do

but because

they’re just snoops who don’t like my politics or my activist work…

So this one is for you , you nasty little creepers.

To My Creepers:

Do you know what I like to do?

I like to write about people who really tick me off.

Sometimes I turn them into monster fodder in my fiction stories

and sometimes I just come here and write

ALL ABOUT IT

and unlike the couple dozen people you might reach every few days

I reach HUNDREDS

every single day

and those hundreds are from all over the world.

Now

piss

 off.

a.m.