Hawaii 5-0

( if the vid won’t play from the screen  use the link below )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMpfRmWfjrs

It’s a family joke.

Anyway.

The version of this song rocks

so the rest of you can still enjoy

the moment

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Aloha Obama!

“How often do you have a guy from Hawaii who could very well be the next president of the United States?” Jacce Mikulanec, an Obama district captain on Oahu, asked. “People are very excited about that.”

( click above for the full story )

We did the politics.

Okay.

What next.

We can talk story.

I know.

Talk Story.

Plus we can sing. 

It’s Aloha Friday After all

Grateful Dead Back Obama

The Village Elders Have Spoken- and it DOES count if they

were wearing

tye dyed t-shirts when they do it.

Besides

I wore a  t-shirt with a dancing skeleton on it and my lucky bracelet with little silver bone charms on it when I ran our caucus sight and people were good with that…after all, they had more important things to think about.

read on

amm

from electric roulette

Obama_barry_yearbookLook at this hip cat. It’s Barack ‘Barry’ Obama. His yearbook photo was always gonna be the best lookin’. I mean, can you imagine Hillary Clinton‘s thanking “the Choom Gang”? I bet the Chooms were a local group who specialised in acid fonnnk! Or they sounded like Billy Ocean. Either way, Baz had an afro, and afros look cool.
Now, to further his cool (imagined or otherwise), The Grateful Dead are saying that Barack Obama embodies political hope which has been absent in the US since Robert Kennedyhad his head popped back and to the left.
 The Dead like Barry Obama so much that they got back together on Monday to play a gig and get the back of the presidential candidate.Read over for some serious stuff… glib asides… and a brand new conspiracy theory…

“Every few generations a guy like this comes along,” Dead drummer Mickey Hart told a news conference. “It seems like desperate times and we’re desperate people.”
Indeed.
It can’t be easy livin’ in a country with a chimp and a big red button at the helm. Even though I know virtually nothing about American politics, it does seem that the damage done by Bush almost certainly ensures a Democrat win.
 Even though that’s not amazingly interesting, it does point toward a first. America may be on the verge of gettin’ their first woman prez, or their first black prez. Interesting times.
So, the fact that the Grateful Dead have hopped on board in no surprise at all.
 Bob Weir of the band (not The Band… don’t get ’em confused) said; “The last time hope was in the air, it was ended by a bullet (referring to JFK).”
 Bassist Phil Lesh said he met Obama, who told him he has some Grateful Dead songs on his MP3 player. Bet he owns American Beauty and likes Box Of Rain best.Anyway, as tenuous as the link to music is, I still thought I’d tell yer about all this.
 Oh. And the conspiracy theory… ( deleted by amm at I.B go ahead and put in your own)

Walking Distance

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People

 have told me how much better things would be for us all if we

went back

and

reclaimed a time when things were better.

 

This scene from ” The Twilight Zone ” describes 

what we should probably take into consideration

before we do that.

 

Walking Distance

written by Rod Serling

 

Robert Sloan: Martin.

Martin Sloan: Yes, Pop.
 

Robert Sloan: You have to leave here. There’s no room, there’s no place. Do you understand that?
 

Martin Sloan: I see that now, but I don’t understand. Why not?
 

Robert Sloan: I guess because we only get one chance. Maybe there’s only one summer to every customer… That little boy, the one I know – the one who belongs here – this is his summer, just as it was yours once. Don’t make him share it.
 

Martin Sloan: Alright.

Robert Sloan: Martin, is it so bad where you’re from?

Martin Sloan: I thought so, Pop. I’ve been living on a dead run and I was tired. And one day I knew I had to come back here. I had to get on the merry-go-round and listen to a band concert. I had to stop and breathe, and close my eyes and smell, and listen.

Robert Sloan: I guess we all want that. Maybe when you go back, Martin, you’ll find that there are merry-go-rounds and band concerts where you are. Maybe you haven’t been looking in the right place. You’ve been looking behind you, Martin. Try looking ahead.


Washington State Is In The Mood…

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front page of the Seattle Times 
( those are my friends featured in the center…even though they’re
always
 on
the left
hahahaha .
Anyway, the picture was taken in Everett, Washington )

By KOMO Staff & News Services

Illinois Sen. Barack Obama has been nominated for president in Washington state’s Democratic caucuses…
Obama jumped out to a big lead over New York Sen. Hillary Clinton in early Democratic caucus returns and maintained his lead as more results poured in, riding the momentum of a massive Seattle rally and a last-minute endorsement from Gov. Chris Gregoire. ( Click HERE for the rest of the story)
additional coverage HERE
So…how’s about it?

In The Mood For Some Change?

Okay…let’s go 

The Audacity of Hope

Almost Four Years Ago

I attended the 2004 Democratic National Convention

and

heard this speech.

Today here in Washington State

I’m going to

have the

Audacity TO Hope

2004 Democratic National Convention Keynote Address

 

delivered 27 July 2004, Fleet Center, Boston

Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Dick Durbin. You make us all proud.

On behalf of the great state of Illinois, crossroads of a nation, Land of Lincoln, let me express my deepest gratitude for the privilege of addressing this convention.

Tonight is a particular honor for me because, let’s face it, my presence on this stage is pretty unlikely. My father was a foreign student, born and raised in a small village in Kenya. He grew up herding goats, went to school in a tin-roof shack. His father — my grandfather — was a cook, a domestic servant to the British.

But my grandfather had larger dreams for his son. Through hard work and perseverance my father got a scholarship to study in a magical place, America, that shone as a beacon of freedom and opportunity to so many who had come before.

While studying here, my father met my mother. She was born in a town on the other side of the world, in Kansas. Her father worked on oil rigs and farms through most of the Depression. The day after Pearl Harbor my grandfather signed up for duty; joined Patton’s army, marched across Europe. Back home, my grandmother raised a baby and went to work on a bomber assembly line. After the war, they studied on the G.I. Bill, bought a house through F.H.A., and later moved west all the way to Hawaii in search of opportunity.

And they, too, had big dreams for their daughter. A common dream, born of two continents.

My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or ”blessed,” believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success. They imagined — They imagined me going to the best schools in the land, even though they weren’t rich, because in a generous America you don’t have to be rich to achieve your potential.

  They’re both passed away now. And yet, I know that on this night they look down on me with great pride.

They stand here — And I stand here today, grateful for the diversity of my heritage, aware that my parents’ dreams live on in my two precious daughters. I stand here knowing that my story is part of the larger American story, that I owe a debt to all of those who came before me, and that, in no other country on earth, is my story even possible.

Tonight, we gather to affirm the greatness of our Nation — not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

That is the true genius of America, a faith — a faith in simple dreams, an insistence on small miracles; that we can tuck in our children at night and know that they are fed and clothed and safe from harm; that we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door; that we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe; that we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted — at least most of the time.

This year, in this election we are called to reaffirm our values and our commitments, to hold them against a hard reality and see how we’re measuring up to the legacy of our forbearers and the promise of future generations.

And fellow Americans, Democrats, Republicans, Independents, I say to you tonight: We have more work to do —  more work to do for the workers I met in Galesburg, Illinois, who are losing their union jobs at the Maytag plant that’s moving to Mexico, and now are having to compete with their own children for jobs that pay seven bucks an hour; more to do for the father that I met who was losing his job and choking back the tears, wondering how he would pay 4500 dollars a month for the drugs his son needs without the health benefits that he counted on; more to do for the young woman in East St. Louis, and thousands more like her, who has the grades, has the drive, has the will, but doesn’t have the money to go to college.

Now, don’t get me wrong. The people I meet — in small towns and big cities, in diners and office parks — they don’t expect government to solve all their problems. They know they have to work hard to get ahead,  and they want to. Go into the collar counties around Chicago, and people will tell you they don’t want their tax money wasted, by a welfare agency or by the Pentagon. Go in — Go into any inner city neighborhood, and folks will tell you that government alone can’t teach our kids to learn; they know that parents have to teach, that children can’t achieve unless we raise their expectations and turn off the television sets and eradicate the slander that says a black youth with a book is acting white. They know those things.

People don’t expect — People don’t expect government to solve all their problems. But they sense, deep in their bones, that with just a slight change in priorities, we can make sure that every child in America has a decent shot at life, and that the doors of opportunity remain open to all.

They know we can do better. And they want that choice.

In this election, we offer that choice. Our Party has chosen a man to lead us who embodies the best this country has to offer. And that man is John Kerry.

John Kerry understands the ideals of community, faith, and service because they’ve defined his life. From his heroic service to Vietnam, to his years as a prosecutor and lieutenant governor, through two decades in the United States Senate, he’s devoted himself to this country. Again and again, we’ve seen him make tough choices when easier ones were available.

His values and his record affirm what is best in us. John Kerry believes in an America where hard work is rewarded; so instead of offering tax breaks to companies shipping jobs overseas, he offers them to companies creating jobs here at home.

John Kerry believes in an America where all Americans can afford the same health coverage our politicians in Washington have for themselves.

John Kerry believes in energy independence, so we aren’t held hostage to the profits of oil companies, or the sabotage of foreign oil fields.

John Kerry believes in the Constitutional freedoms that have made our country the envy of the world, and he will never sacrifice our basic liberties, nor use faith as a wedge to divide us.

And John Kerry believes that in a dangerous world war must be an option sometimes, but it should never be the first option.

You know, a while back — awhile back I met a young man named Shamus in a V.F.W. Hall in East Moline, Illinois. He was a good-looking kid — six two, six three, clear eyed, with an easy smile. He told me he’d joined the Marines and was heading to Iraq the following week. And as I listened to him explain why he’d enlisted, the absolute faith he had in our country and its leaders, his devotion to duty and service, I thought this young man was all that any of us might ever hope for in a child.

But then I asked myself, “Are we serving Shamus as well as he is serving us?”

I thought of the 900 men and women — sons and daughters, husbands and wives, friends and neighbors, who won’t be returning to their own hometowns. I thought of the families I’ve met who were struggling to get by without a loved one’s full income, or whose loved ones had returned with a limb missing or nerves shattered, but still lacked long-term health benefits because they were Reservists.

 When we send our young men and women into harm’s way, we have a solemn obligation not to fudge the numbers or shade the truth about why they’re going, to care for their families while they’re gone, to tend to the soldiers upon their return, and to never ever go to war without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace, and earn the respect of the world.

Now — Now let me be clear. Let me be clear. We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued. And they must be defeated. John Kerry knows this. And just as Lieutenant Kerry did not hesitate to risk his life to protect the men who served with him in Vietnam, President Kerry will not hesitate one moment to use our military might to keep America safe and secure.

John Kerry believes in America. And he knows that it’s not enough for just some of us to prosper — for alongside our famous individualism, there’s another ingredient in the American saga,  a belief that we’re all connected as one people. If there is a child on the south side of Chicago who can’t read, that matters to me, even if it’s not my child. If there is a senior citizen somewhere who can’t pay for their prescription drugs, and having to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it’s not my grandparent. If there’s an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties.

It is that fundamental belief — It is that fundamental belief: I am my brother’s keeper. I am my sister’s keeper that makes this country work. It’s what allows us to pursue our individual dreams and yet still come together as one American family.

 E pluribus unum: “Out of many, one.”

Now even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us — the spin masters, the negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of “anything goes.” Well, I say to them tonight, there is not a liberal America and a conservative America — there is the United States of America. There is not a Black America and a White America and Latino America and Asian America — there’s the United States of America.

The pundits, the pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I’ve got news for them, too. We worship an “awesome God” in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around in our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and yes, we’ve got some gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and there are patriots who supported the war in Iraq. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

In the end — In the end — In the end, that’s what this election is about. Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or do we participate in a politics of hope?

John Kerry calls on us to hope. John Edwards calls on us to hope.

I’m not talking about blind optimism here — the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don’t think about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about something more substantial. It’s the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs; the hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores; the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a millworker’s son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too.

Hope — Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope!

In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us, the bedrock of this nation. A belief in things not seen. A belief that there are better days ahead.

I believe that we can give our middle class relief and provide working families with a road to opportunity.

I believe we can provide jobs to the jobless, homes to the homeless, and reclaim young people in cities across America from violence and despair.

I believe that we have a righteous wind at our backs and that as we stand on the crossroads of history, we can make the right choices, and meet the challenges that face us.

America! Tonight, if you feel the same energy that I do, if you feel the same urgency that I do, if you feel the same passion that I do, if you feel the same hopefulness that I do — if we do what we must do, then I have no doubt that all across the country, from Florida to Oregon, from Washington to Maine, the people will rise up in November, and John Kerry will be sworn in as President, and John Edwards will be sworn in as Vice President, and this country will reclaim its promise, and out of this long political darkness a brighter day will come.

Thank you very much everybody. God bless you. Thank you.


 www.BarackObama.com

 

funny pictures
moar funny pictures

All Fired Up In Seattle!

Oh Yes.

We rocked the town.

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Livin with my eyes closed, goin day to day
I never knew the difference, I never cared either way
Lookin for a reason, searchin for a sign
Reachin out with both hands, I gotta feel the kick inside
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up

Audio of

 The Seattle Rally HERE

21,000 peoplepacked Key Arena in Seattle, Washington today to stand for change with Barack…

Barack also recieved a big endorsement from Washington Governor Chris Gregoire…

Pictures from Obama 08

I would like to thank our Governor- Chris Gregoire

for standing up with us here in Washington State

for Obama

She’s a Rock Star.

ps

I happen to think this

song

fits the occasion better then any other.

enjoy

Livin with my eyes closed, goin day to day
I never knew the difference, I never cared either way
Lookin for a reason, searchin for a sign
Reachin out with both hands, I gotta feel the kick inside
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
We live an learn from our mistakes
All fired up, fired up, fired up – hey

Aint nobody livin, in a perfect world
Everybodys out there, cryin to be heard
Now I got a new fire, burnin in my eyes
Lightin up the darkness, movin like a meteorite

Chorus:
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
We live an learn from our mistakes
All fired up, fired up, fired up
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith

Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe

amm

Silence Is Not An Option

I have friends who will not particpate in the

upcoming Caucuses in Washington State

because

 their voices are not being heard

they say.

Their actions don’t matter

they tell me.

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I say they no longer take action because

 they are tired of hoping.

I say they no longer speak up

because they are tired of being shouted down.

So this weekend

I will be heard.

I will participate

and I will hope.

I will not have those things taken from me

by anyone.

Ever.

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 yours in defiance 

anita marie moscoso

Snohomish County, Washington State

February 7, 2008

 

The Girl With The Man’s Name

The Girl With The Man’s Name

and her son

Who Could Be Our Next President

 from the Seattle Times, Seattle Washington:

 

Stanley Dunham, in a Mercer Island High annual.

Memories of Obama’s mother

By Nicole Brodeur
Seattle Times staff columnist

This is going to sound strange, Maxine Box says, but 50 years later, she can’t forget it:

Barack Obama’s mother used to crack her knuckles.”Constantly,” Box told me as we sat in her Bellevue home on the eve of Super Tuesday, talking about Stanley Dunham, the girl with the man’s name and the son who could be president of the United States.

Box, 65, was Dunham’s best friend at Mercer Island High School, where they were members of the Class of 1960.

“Obama Mama,” is how they refer to her in the school’s front office when reporters come around. The Mercer Island Reporter. The Chicago Tribune. Staffers got used to pulling out the 1960 yearbook, until it was recently misplaced.

Same with Box’s copy of the yearbook; it’s in her house somewhere.

But it doesn’t matter — the memories are still clear as day.

And Box wants to keep them that way, to somehow honor the friend who died of ovarian cancer in 1995, before she could see what her son would accomplish; that he would become one of the final two Democratic candidates in the race for president.

Politics may divide us, but a mother’s pride, well, that’s a feeling that easily crosses party lines.

“She’d be overwhelmed that he’s done what he’s done,” Box said of her friend. “To think that your child has grown up to be this fine man that so many people love. … “

Box called her friend “Stannie,” a nickname for Stanley. She was named for her father, who wanted a boy — and the girl knew it. As a result, their relationship was strained.

“He was hard on her, in that he picked on her,” Box said of Stanley Dunham, a furniture salesman in downtown Seattle.

“He had a sarcastic humor,” Box said, “and she could give it back.”

Dunham’s mother, Madelyn, a bank employee, was “very quiet and serious” and often protected her daughter from her husband’s sarcasm, Box said. (She is still alive, but the Obama campaign has not made her available for interviews).

Dunham and Box were part of a close group of girls who attended football games and sock hops but didn’t really date. They listened to The Limeliters, The Kingston Trio, The Brothers Four. Their parents played cards together.

Dunham and Box walked home together after school, usually stopping at Box’s house for mint-chocolate cake before Dunham went on to the Shorewood apartments, where she lived with her parents.

“I don’t remember prolonged intellectual discussions,” Box said. “But we were all questioners. It was the feeling of the whole school. We were on the debate team, we knew about current events.”

And they felt “destined” to attend college.

Box wanted to work with children, and got a teaching degree at the University of Washington.

Stannie “was such a good student, very intellectual and above all of us. Not just thinking about boys and clothes.”

When her father took a job selling furniture in Hawaii, Dunham moved with them and enrolled in the University of Hawaii.

Not long after, Dunham wrote Box that she had met a Kenyan grad student named Barack Obama. They married and had a son.

For all the tension Dunham had with her father, Box said, her parents stood by her when her marriage fell apart a few years later.

Dunham eventually remarried an Indonesian man and moved to Jakarta. At one point, she sent her son, Barack, back to Hawaii to live with her parents for a year.

Later, Dunham worked with international relief agencies, focused on women’s development.

Box last saw her friend in 1961, when she visited Seattle on her way from Honolulu to Massachusetts, where her then-husband was attending Harvard.

“She seemed very happy and very proud,” she said. “She had this beautiful, healthy baby. I can see them right now.”

If only Box could see them together again; her friend with her son, the U.S. senator. The husband and father. The presidential candidate.

Obama’s book “The Audacity of Hope” is dedicated “To my Mother, whose loving spirit sustains me still.”

Box has vowed to support Obama.

“And not just because of knowing his mother. I would have the same feelings. But this makes it extra special.”

Nicole Brodeur’s column appears Tuesday and Friday. Reach her at 206-464-2334 or nbrodeur@seattletimes.com.

Hey, bring that yearbook back!

I’m On My Way…

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I’m on my way to Super Tuesday…

Here’s a Shiny Toy for you to play with while I’m sitting in front of my TV throwing microwave popcorn at the TV screen as the Poll results come back in and making good use of all those curse words I learned in my foreign language classes back in high-school.

So.

If you’re going to be out in the blogosphere looking for a place to get some news about Super Tuesday this ain’t the place to do it.

I would suggest that if you want information about what’s going on you visit Air America HERE or you could go to BBC and of course if you’re in one of the Super States you should stick with your own local news sources because CNN and FOX sux the big one.

 If you can catch Keith Olbermann  I would say do it, otherwise bag MSNBC too. I don’t know what the heck those guys hope to accomplish by the end of a news-day and I don’t think they do either.

So think of me out here in Washington State scarfing back PEZ and hoping we Americans can do something else besides produce suxy Reality TV shows and monster sized SUV’s.

Do you know what?

I think we can do it.

No fooling.

Here’s to Hope.

See You Wednesday.

amm