I am the revolution

[Keseys Ghost]

I've grown tired of the staus quo and the quid pro quo.

I am wealthy. Your tax cuts have favored me. I am set. You underestimated me.

I hated what you stood for then and I now hate you for who you are now.

"Hate" is a troublesome word.

Feel it for you.

You have complicated my child's world to make your daddy and yourself rich.

Got your number. Won't forget.

The revolution starts now.

Tell Barabara, if you will.

We're even tougher than she is.

It's over,Bubba.

[KyndCulture]

1. Right ON!

[midnight]

2. Nicely said.

Complicated our lives-exactly the predicament many of us are in these days.

[peacetheonlyway]

3. look here babsy bush....

the revolution starts now

and it won't be televised..

one day babsy bush will have to come up with bail bond money...

cause little dubya is headed to the slammer

so glad someone sees how barbara is behind a lot of our problem with W....

vicious vicious mother.....

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[flaminbats]

4. this country will only take so much!!

most of the conservatives I know are either criticizing Bush or agreeing whenever the Republican party is blamed. I still occasionally hear the neocons talk about taxcuts and ending big government, but they no longer seem to support the Republicans or this war!

The Republicans are breaking apart at the seams, this happens to any party that makes social issues the focus of its existence. Franklin Roosevelt knew this even as WWII began, Eisenhower understood this during integration, and most importantly Lincoln recognized this when slavery existed!

An economy is the foundation for our civilization and government. Without a stable economy..morality means nothing and government is only another obstacle for the restless public. Only a stable economy will give the people reason to continue paying taxes and feel protected by the law.

[OneBlueSky]

6. speaking of Kesey's ghost, a funny story from around 1973 . . .

I was involved with the student government in college, and one of our activities was a guest lecturer series that brought three or four speakers to the campus each year . . .

in 1973 (I think), one of those speakers was Ken Kesey, who at the time was living, farming, and coaching junior high wrestling in Oregon . . . the committee has assigned a really dorky freshman to accompany Kesey, get him to where he needed to go on time, and generally be his gofer . . . unfortunately, the kid took his responsibilities WAY too seriously, and stuck to Kesey like glue . . .

at a cocktail party after the lecture, I struck up a conversation with Kesey about a mutual friend, and the kid kept interrupting with this or that . . . Kesey finally asked the kid to go get him a drink, and took the opportunity to invite me outside to continue our conversation . . .

we ended up under a huge oak tree, where Kesey excused himself to take a leak . . . just as he finished up, the kid found us and planted himself right in front of our guest, shoving the drink in his face and standing in the spot where Kesey has just pissed . . .

"Hey, man," says Kesey. "I just pissed there." . . .

a look of horror came over the kid's face, he literally jumped back and asked in all seriousness "Is it acid?" . . .

we both cracked up . . . :)