Based on the comments from Monday’s post, it looks as if the topic struck an artistic and epic nerve. Now that we have that matter handled, or at the very least, milked, let’s get on with an array of the standard hum-drumness, because like Fred the Baker, it is indeed time to make the donuts;
In late breaking news, and before we get onto today’s post, something sinister and extraordinarily ugly is rearing its head in Washington. It seems Senators McCain and Levin have proposed a bill called the National Defense Authorization Act bill, which declares American soil a battlefield and allows the President and all future Chief Executives to order the military to arrest and detain American citizens, innocent or not, without charge or trial.
This is really, really bad. Basically this means people who oppose the government, or in the case of OWS, big business and the association between the two, and exercise their Constitutional right of assembly and expression will be considered enemies of the state.
The Senate is voting on this either today or tomorrow.
Please, before we go any further with Black Market business, read this article, or at the very least click here, and send a letter to your senator.
This is an act that America and anyone who appreciates the right of free thought and free speech cannot afford.
I like Thanksgiving. I mean, I’m down with the food and the drink and the Twilight Zone marathons… A lot. But to have a day when it is actually a common practice to acknowledge the things in your life that you are appreciative of is a very good thing indeed. I like to reflect on these things regularly, but considering the theme of the day, I’m going to lay a couple out here for you now.
This year’s running of the SSCXWC is in the books and all I have to show for it is permanent body damage.
No, seriously… I think I broke myself.
At any rate, it’s gonna take me another day or so to get my thoughts straight. In the meantime, look on the internet for the carnage. It’s probably everywhere. What I can say is that I didn’t think race promoter Murphy Mack and his henchmen could pull this off. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even sure that it should happen. I mention this because now that the weekend is in the rear view mirror, I will declare without pause and all apologies for my previous perspective, that this year’s festivities were brilliantly, and flawlessly executed.
It was truly a shitshow of Caligulan proportions.
Photo courtesy of Jenny Oh.
So it’s with that, that I return to my pile of vitamins and epson salt bath. Check back here soon. I should have this recovery handled in no time.