To my American friends,  I'm so happy for you.  I'm so happy for the world at large.  Congratulations doesn't seem quite apt.  President Obama (gee that sounds fucking great doesn't it?) doesn't have an enviable task ahead of him, but he seems more than capable of grabbing the reins, taking the wheel or whatever other analogy can be made to convey a change for the better, no matter how long it takes.

I know that Proposition 8 poses a huge disappointment, but there's hope now that wasn't here yesterday.
May the world change for the better.
May the human race wake up and embrace enlightenment and true equality in our lifetime.

Cheers!

http://www.cbc.ca/radio/

I'm turning into quite the CBC radio geek.  But I must say I love it.  The new CBC Radio 2 is awesome, and I can't really describe the music they play because, well, it's really diverse, but somehow it all just mixes with great symbiosis.  They start out the day with a blend of folk and pop and world music from just about everywhere as far as I can tell... all in small doses, but quite varied and complimentary.  Tom Allen is the morning show host, and amidst his vast knowledge of the music,  he discusses things with just the right touch of unassuming ease, to let you know he's an ordinary dude.  You expect a certain level of "intellectualism" when listening to Government funded radio, but good ol' Tom managed to eloquently talk about farts and dubes in two separate breaks last Friday morning without the slightest hint of juvenile antics or stuffy disdain.  I had to giggle.  (John likey poop humour and weed.)
Anyhoo, to continue my rave about Radio 2... they go from this eclectic morning mix into a midday full of Classical music (that I listen to online at work), and then back into an eclectic mix with more of an R&B, soul, bluesy, jazzy mix in the afternoon/evening.  And I swear it's not sedate.  Granted it hasn't got the energy of say... Virgin Radio, or Flow 93.5 *wink*, but it's still lively and NEVER repetitive - and it's frickin' commercial-free!!! 

Loving it!

Otay... must fold laundry and take out the dogs.  Where does the evening go?

My Liberal Identity:

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There Is Lonely - by Prince

Is it me or did the room just get darker?
Is it me or did I just lay down and die?
Is this a dream or did the world just crumble at my very feet?
How in heaven will I ever be alright?

There is lonely and there is lonely
And then there is how I feel right now
Perhaps only Cain when he'd slain his brother
Could ever come close 2 knowing how ... yeah

There is lonely and there is lonely
And then there is how I feel right now
Perhaps only Cain when he'd slain his brother
Could ever come close 2 knowing how

There is lonely and there is lonely
And then there is how I feel right now

© 1999 Controversy Music - ASCAP

Dear Elevator Riders,

If you are not interested in going "up", then please refrain from pressing the "up" button and preventing those of us who are headed-up from stopping unnecessarily just to look at your dumb-founded face when you can't figure out why the elevator isn't going down.  Elevators do not move quicker when you press every button in sight nor are they going to change direction just because you're impatient.  You're just an idiot that deserves to be punched in the neck before the door closes.

Thank you for your precious attention.

So so very agitated this evening.  I hate journalling when I'm pissed-off but it seems to be the only time I sit down at the keyboard.

I avoided writing after the election results because I figured there would be many more articulate accounts of the circle-jerk we just watched unfold over the past 5 weeks, but it takes my dear bitch of a mother to catch my ire on the topic and fire me up again. 

Let me say first-of-all, that I really hate that she's found new lease in calling me whenever she feels like it because I'm single and there's no risk of her having to talk to Ted when she calls.  Add to that, that she now has cancer and expects me to pick up some torch of sympathy/support and Johnny is drawing blood from his tongue with his incisors.  I only take her calls to be nice.  I don't need the aggravation, and I don't care what kind of person it makes me to want nothing to do with my own mother.  She's an ignorant old bitch.

*and breathe*

So she's blathering on about fuck-knows-what tonight while I'm making myself some chow.  Then she asks me if I voted.  Immediately I'm gritting my teeth. 

Y'wanna know who the fuck voted for the god-damned axis of evil that is the Conservative party??? 

I've got one of them in my own family.  Two if you count her husband who probably votes Conservative if he knows what's good for him living with that brow-beating old bag. 

At any rate, I wasn't going to say anything other than "yes, I voted".  But then she starts going on about "thank God Stephen Harper was re-elected, did you vote for him?"
...and I just couldn't...  I mean... really...  honestly...
...fuck..... 
....that. 
I was like "mom, you don't want to talk to me about this.  No, I did not vote Conservative.  Stephen Harper is evil and a liar."  To which she (aghast) replied... "Oh John you shouldn't talk that way about someone you don't know.  He's a Christian!" 
me: "Oh, like you know him.  And like that makes him any less evil."
her: "well, I'm not fighting about this."
me: "oh no, of course you're not, you're just happy your candidate was elected.  The man is a liar.  He bold-face-lied his way through this campaign using scare-tactics about the Liberals and the economy to line-up the uninformed."
her: "I wouldn't vote for a Liberal if there was no one else to vote for after that Chretien and everything he did.  And I'm not talking about this anymore."
me: "You vote Conservative and you don't even know why you do, or what they stand for."
her: "This is the good thing about a democracy, you have the right to vote for who you choose."

At that, I let it go.  It was not worth my frustration.  It's not worth the anger I'm feeling right now.  Hopefully we can bury the Conservative party right along with all the aging Christians in this nation as they kick the bucket. 
I'm fucking sick of small-mindedness.  This whole global economy crisis could be the best thing that ever happens to the planet.   It makes me sick that in a matter of a few short hours that it takes the stock market to crash that assholes like Bush can treat it like the end of the world and beseech their country's people that there's nothing more important that shoring up the economy by throwing more and more insane amounts of paper at it, meanwhile, there are entire continents of people suffering from hunger, disease and social injustice, and disasters loom and claim innocent lives, and the environment keeps warning us of its collapse. 
But oh no... there's nothing more important than the average north american's ability to run up their credit card or live in a house that infinite numbers of other people could never DREAM of affording, much-less calling home or shelter. 

Our societies are FUCKED! 

Our priorities are all FUCKING WRONG! 

And so much of this massive, pus-filled lesion we call the free world just chugs along unchecked, and tucked neatly behind convenient superiority complexes of people who won't even stop to question their own beliefs in the name of decency and equality for all.  It makes me ashamed to be a human being.

*and breathe*

The fact that only 59% of our (Canadian) population even BOTHERED to go and vote saddens me to no end.  The apathy just grows and saturates.  Apathy is just another form of evil.  And people like Harper just sit back and laugh at the discord of the left. 
Why not?  That bloated sack-of-shit has solidarity that only comes with a following of narrow-minded idiocy.  It takes very little to keep them pacified and appeased because they're not interested in the truth.  They just pick a pet-issue (oh I don't know, say) like the economy... and don't bother to educate themselves on the greater scheme of things.  Like Harper's Bush-like love affair with oil companies and corporations, and his BLATANT LYING about the Liberals raising taxes.  WTF happened there?  Collective selective deafness??? 
That being said... the Liberal in my riding WAS elected, and I didn't even vote for him.  (Because I knew he would.)  I voted Green.  And I felt good about it even though I knew they hadn't a snowballs chance in hell.  I believe a groundswell has to start somewhere, and I just have to believe that the bloated sack of shit Prime Minister we have will eventually try to pull something, and at the very least Layton and the NDP will go for his throat with the Bloc in tow and take the Conservatives down. 

Say what you want about Stephan Dion, I do not believe for a second that the man was a weakling or a liar, and as painful as the Green Shift plan (and as stolen from the Green Party as it was) was likely going to be for our economy at first... it was a bold move in the right direction for Canada to become a world leader in environmental expertise and redeem ourselves in the eyes of the rest of the world who might just follow suit if we picked-up the torch. But now we face more stagnant delays, while wise countries like Sweden are thriving and already on their way to sustainable green-conscious economies.  But thank goodness Harper has a blue box if only to match his party's colour-scheme.

Fuck you Shirley (my mom)!  And Fuck you Harper!  Fuck you sideways with a rusty chainsaw!

*and breathe*

Our world isn't going to wait forever for us to realize what actually matters.  It's not waiting now.

I think I'll curl up with a book and my dogs and pretend I live on Mars. 



Peace - by Eurythmics 

Stop the world
Turn out the sun
I'm so tired of it turning round
Stop the world
Call it a day
Leave it all behind
Leave it that way

Peace
Is just a word
Is just a word

Stop the world
Just let it bleed
Well we've taken more
Than everything we need

Stop the world
Just shut it down
[Just shut it down shut it down]
There's no point in it
Spinning round

Peace
Is just a word
Is just a word

Stop the world
Take it any where
It's just that
Living here is more
Than I can bear

Stop the world
Just pack it in
Well we've reached the point
Where no one ever wins
No one ever wins!

Peace
Is just a word
Is just a word

Why does this creep me out?




"What's Wrong With Me"  by Skye  (vocalist of "Morcheeba")

I try not to think about the distance of the setting sun
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the saints and sinners
Who has more fun
I try not to think about the rain

I try not to think about the evil empires and stupid fools
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the regulations and the rules
I try not to think about the rain

Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

I try not to think about the money
The mortgage on my home
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the voice mails
E-mails
Angry females on the phone
I try not to think about the rain

I try not to think about the job and all responsibilities
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about my TV
BBC or MTV
I try not to think about the rain

Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

I try not to think about the planets when they line up wrong
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the future or the future
So on and so on
I try not to think about the rain

Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

Oh
Oh
Oh

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
What's wrong with me

I hung the curtains Saturday.  Now I need to measure them and have them hemmed.  Anybody know a guy with a sewing machine that I can ply with sexual favours?

In lesser news, but happy nonetheless, I have a new Philodendron.  (of which species, I'm not certain, but)  I love these plants.  They grow like weeds with so little effort.

I must go to bed.  I have to go to a Medical Lab in the morning for unpleasantries.  But I do want to share an article that I read in the paper today.  We humans are less important than ants.  How do ya like them apples?

Today I sat beside a man on the bus who kept talking to no one in particular.  He was elderly, unkempt and dirty, and smelled as though he kept a steady supply of cigarette butts in his pocket for fear of not having another smoke readily available when he needed it.  I felt the strongest urge to talk to him just because his loneliness was tangible.  I might have been met with any number of unpleasant scenarios had I done so.  I just couldn't manage even a "hello" in my state.  I wish him well though.  I hope he was on his way to a comforting home, with someone to talk to. 

Tomorrow can only be better.  I get to snooze with my pooches tonight after two weeks of not having them.  That's bound to get my spirits up.