What Country Did I Wake Up In ?

Where do I begin ?

This election was probably the most fundamental fuck up that I have ever witnessed in my 53 years. I worked hard in 1972 for Senator McGovern only to see the system overpower the kids with bright eyes and great hopes. The white male political machine rolled over us big time. Then I did not vote ..nor cared who was president for 20 years. I started to care again with Clinton, hoping other people from my age group would love to follow a true inspiring, charismatic leader.

What I have realized is that all the people that I knew back in 1972 have left the planet and in their place are a bunch of tight assed, sphincter tightening racist bigots who think with their pocket books and believe in the philosophy that I got mine, so screw everyone else who needs help.

The ONLY bright light that I have in my life right are my three children who after this election have made me so PROUD ! All three of them are upset and ashamed of their fellow Americans and they are all under 30 years of age. Their mother (I helped some!) raised them to think.. think... and then make a decision or an opinion. They are truly wonderful people.

SO.. what happened to all the other people my age and the kids they raised. WHERE ARE THEY ? Where are the other adults my age (and older) who raised their children to THINK and make their own decisions. NOT to follow blindly the bullshit propaganda being pumped out of the White House. THINK.. LISTEN.. and make up your own minds.

We have four years to gather together and become a royal pain in the ass for the White House and all the Richard Craniums who work there. I am NOT leaving, I got too much invested in this country. So now is the time for me, anyways, to speak up and become a real pain.

as long as my kids will bail me out of jail, if necessary.

Halloween Ain't What it Used to Be !

All the goblins, witches, boys in drag, super heroes, and other neat outfits have been lining up outside our front door since 5:00 pm.. BEFORE DARK !! We get over 400 people .. I can not say kids, because there are a lot of teenagers and adults in the crowd.

You ask, how can 400 people live in our neighborhood ? Well they dont. The crowds are literally bussed (and car'd and van'd) in to this close in suburb of a major urban city. We start giving out treats around 5 pm and have never made it past 7 pm before we just run out of candy. Our record is over 500 pieces of candy.. a few years ago. We may break that record tonight since it is a beautiful night out !

It is a shame that the kids (and their adult companions) feel that they have to drive their little goblins (et. al.) into our neighborhood where it is safer.. and the treats are better.. and their little one dont have to fell afraid of bad candy or bullies.

So.. we give out 400 - 500 pieces of candy and make fun of the teenagers who have really lame costumes. Do you know that most of the kids do NOT know the entire obligatory poem.....

Trick or treat..
Smell my feet..
Give me something good to eat.

To think this all started as a praise to the dead ones who would raise from the dead and go to heaven on November 1, 2004. According to the Catholics. that is.

Later...