George W. Bush does not represent the interests of the American people as a whole. He stole the presidency in 2000, and since then has done everything to undermine dissent and opposing views. He has trampled over our constitutional rights and waged brutal wars based on false pretenses - claiming to be fighting for freedom while making it obvious that he is only out to appease corporate interests and push his own disgusting agenda.
In a true full-participatory democracy, the President must represent and appease the interests and needs of all citizens under his/her jurisdiction.
If you didn't vote for this...
If you feel like W. is not representing you...
If you hope and dream of a more true and complete democracy...
TURN YOUR BACK ON BUSH!!
go to: www.turnyourbackonbush.org for more details.
And remember, this is only the beginning of a newfound American-blooded dissent.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Thursday, December 16, 2004
The Reality Of A Dream
Some dreams just won't fade.
Where is the line between what is real and what is fake?
I had this dream a few nights ago that I just can't forget. I must have had it at least a week ago (or more) and I've played it over in my head each day since. It's almost to the point of becoming reality. I mean who's to say that it really didn't happen.....technically or figuratively.
In this dream I was with a mystery girl. I'm assuming that we were going out. But it was a short affair....and it ended in a most painful way (but don't they always?) We were sitting there in a restaurant (or were we on a train?) and we were talking - hanging out with her friends. But something was in the air - or in her drink - because suddenly we were breaking up. That is to say, she was dumping me...so I freaked out, and the only thing I could think to do was kiss her. So I did, but she wasn't kissing me back. When I pulled away, she shot back at me with these cutting words, "You know you don't always have to leave your mark!"
"That wasn't my intention," I stuttered back in attempted defense, shocked and taken aback by such an untimely comment. She continued to bombard me with the break up spouting off her reasons why it wasn't working out and how of course it was all my fault. When she was finally done she did an aboutface and began to make her exit posthaste with her friend in tow. I stopped her in her tracks with more muttering, offering her my desperate defense. I used a pitiful "despite everything" tactic, hoping to win her back with my geniuneness and authenticity, telling her that I enjoyed her company and that it meant the world to me regardless. Her and her friend just scoffed and left. And that was the end of it.
But it wasn't the end of the dream. Oh no, the dream went on, but after that it was basically just me moping around and feeling crappy. That's nothing new though. That's more of a reality than a surreality - that's what I do everyday. But there was a strange moment later on in my dream where I overheard a conversation. Someone (who knows who?) was slandering and slamming me, sharing with a group of strangers-to-me how pitiful and horrible I am. I remember trying to figure out who it was that was spreading such hateful diatribe, but no one would fess up, and I only ended up making myself look like the fool that I guess I am. And then I woke up..........................or did I?
What does all this mean? And why can't I forget it? Is it true that I'm only out to leave my mark? Am I really that horrible of a person that friends find it necessary to betray me and strangers find reason to talk crap behind my back? Are these things happening in real life? Well, not to this extent, but maybe.
I don't have time to analyze this. I'm just happy to have it down and out in the open. Feel free to post your comments. I may add more later. ...abrupt ending...
Where is the line between what is real and what is fake?
I had this dream a few nights ago that I just can't forget. I must have had it at least a week ago (or more) and I've played it over in my head each day since. It's almost to the point of becoming reality. I mean who's to say that it really didn't happen.....technically or figuratively.
In this dream I was with a mystery girl. I'm assuming that we were going out. But it was a short affair....and it ended in a most painful way (but don't they always?) We were sitting there in a restaurant (or were we on a train?) and we were talking - hanging out with her friends. But something was in the air - or in her drink - because suddenly we were breaking up. That is to say, she was dumping me...so I freaked out, and the only thing I could think to do was kiss her. So I did, but she wasn't kissing me back. When I pulled away, she shot back at me with these cutting words, "You know you don't always have to leave your mark!"
"That wasn't my intention," I stuttered back in attempted defense, shocked and taken aback by such an untimely comment. She continued to bombard me with the break up spouting off her reasons why it wasn't working out and how of course it was all my fault. When she was finally done she did an aboutface and began to make her exit posthaste with her friend in tow. I stopped her in her tracks with more muttering, offering her my desperate defense. I used a pitiful "despite everything" tactic, hoping to win her back with my geniuneness and authenticity, telling her that I enjoyed her company and that it meant the world to me regardless. Her and her friend just scoffed and left. And that was the end of it.
But it wasn't the end of the dream. Oh no, the dream went on, but after that it was basically just me moping around and feeling crappy. That's nothing new though. That's more of a reality than a surreality - that's what I do everyday. But there was a strange moment later on in my dream where I overheard a conversation. Someone (who knows who?) was slandering and slamming me, sharing with a group of strangers-to-me how pitiful and horrible I am. I remember trying to figure out who it was that was spreading such hateful diatribe, but no one would fess up, and I only ended up making myself look like the fool that I guess I am. And then I woke up..........................or did I?
What does all this mean? And why can't I forget it? Is it true that I'm only out to leave my mark? Am I really that horrible of a person that friends find it necessary to betray me and strangers find reason to talk crap behind my back? Are these things happening in real life? Well, not to this extent, but maybe.
I don't have time to analyze this. I'm just happy to have it down and out in the open. Feel free to post your comments. I may add more later. ...abrupt ending...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Here Is A Poem
Squished
by jessiKah dragon
i'm the fruit fly to his mango
he's the honey to my bee
i am praying to his mantis
that he'll take a shine to me -
but he trapped me in his evil web,
he has a different plan
to inspect my lovely membranous wings
while i'm wanting all sorts of other things...
he's catalogued and numbered me
and stuck me in a case,
while i lay disabled, broken,
longing for his sweet embrace -
what i got right through my thorax
was a shiny silver pin
which wrecked my life,
and broke my heart,
and sliced my insides all apart
just like a tiny guillotine
and now i'm miserably bleeding green -
coz he's the sole object of my affection,
but i'm just an insect in his collection
and there's no way we'll ever coexist ...
coz this boy's an entomologist.
by jessiKah dragon
i'm the fruit fly to his mango
he's the honey to my bee
i am praying to his mantis
that he'll take a shine to me -
but he trapped me in his evil web,
he has a different plan
to inspect my lovely membranous wings
while i'm wanting all sorts of other things...
he's catalogued and numbered me
and stuck me in a case,
while i lay disabled, broken,
longing for his sweet embrace -
what i got right through my thorax
was a shiny silver pin
which wrecked my life,
and broke my heart,
and sliced my insides all apart
just like a tiny guillotine
and now i'm miserably bleeding green -
coz he's the sole object of my affection,
but i'm just an insect in his collection
and there's no way we'll ever coexist ...
coz this boy's an entomologist.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Recommendation
This blog sucks. You should check out one that is actually worth reading. www.broadsides.org
I steal a lot of my ideas and thought processes from Mr. Colby, and then I claim them as my own...so, you should get them from the horse's mouth rather than be deceived into thinking that I am original and brilliant.
Plus, Mike makes more sense than I do anyway (in a neurotic and cynical sort of way).
I steal a lot of my ideas and thought processes from Mr. Colby, and then I claim them as my own...so, you should get them from the horse's mouth rather than be deceived into thinking that I am original and brilliant.
Plus, Mike makes more sense than I do anyway (in a neurotic and cynical sort of way).
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Sprout
More shameless self-promotion. Sprout magazine reprinted a book review that I wrote in their latest issue. Sprout is a new local (Boise, ID) magazine about sustainable living, organics and alternative health care. Check them out at: http://www.sproutmagazine.com
Or you can write to me and I'll send you a copy...just send me a dollar or some stamps or something to cover postage.
Dan Murphy
PO BOX 6352
Boise ID 83707
The magazine's worth reading, and my book review pales in comparison to the remaining contents of the issue so you won't be wasting your effort.
Or you can write to me and I'll send you a copy...just send me a dollar or some stamps or something to cover postage.
Dan Murphy
PO BOX 6352
Boise ID 83707
The magazine's worth reading, and my book review pales in comparison to the remaining contents of the issue so you won't be wasting your effort.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
The Juniper Journal
I guess I should tell you all about my zine/newsletter The Juniper which is the main reason for me having this blog.
The Juniper is just a little zine about gardening, bikes, sustainable living, food politics, etc. that you can order directly from me for one measly 37 cent stamp (or SASE). The latest issue is #2, and it's all about a bike tour I went on of local (Boise, ID) community gardens. It's short, but worth a stamp.
Send that stamp to:
Dan Murphy
PO BOX 6352
Boise ID 83707
I will keep you updated about forthcoming issues of The Juniper which should be bigger and better as the months go by. I also do other zines as well, so ask me about those when you write.
yeah.......
The Juniper is just a little zine about gardening, bikes, sustainable living, food politics, etc. that you can order directly from me for one measly 37 cent stamp (or SASE). The latest issue is #2, and it's all about a bike tour I went on of local (Boise, ID) community gardens. It's short, but worth a stamp.
Send that stamp to:
Dan Murphy
PO BOX 6352
Boise ID 83707
I will keep you updated about forthcoming issues of The Juniper which should be bigger and better as the months go by. I also do other zines as well, so ask me about those when you write.
yeah.......
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