Iraq

Well, my friends I think it's time that I take the mystery out of war for all of you simple minded readers. Let's discuss what war is not about. It's not about those who are suffering and ending it, if anything, it promotes suffering and the destruction it creates takes generations to recover. It's not about helping those in need, if anything, it's realizing an opportunity and seizing it. It's not about removing leaders for the good of the people, if anything it's about placing our on leaders in a territory who will do what we want.

War is never about humanity, although that is how it is marketed to you the good patriotic American people.

War is about MONEY. Money comes in the form of territory, oil, and power.

M & M

M & M, you may be asking yourselves - what does that stand for in this world full of acronyms? McCain and Melanoma. That's right he went in for another biopsy my friends. Obama doesn't visit the troops and this shortcoming is big news. McCain, however, has diverticulitis, Melanoma and a temper and these conditions are laughed off by McCain and the media. I was watching my favorite program last night, Larry King Live. He had on McCain. I found myself agreeing with most of his policies, however, there is something that I find very "old Washington" about him. I am so disgusted by American politics right now. I find that I don't much care for either candidate. Perhaps, we should look to our ancestors for the answer. As we all know the slavery system created wealth, maybe that is our only hope for decreasing the national debt. I just don't know. I stand awake at night going over and over it in my mind and thinking what can I do to get this country back on track. I am contemplating learning Mandarian and moving to China - I want get in on the ground floor of the next super power.

My Cozy and the Mexicans

Some of you may know on the nights when I don't sleep with my Mommy. I sleep in my cage, which my Mommy calls my house. Most people don't refer to their house as a place with bars other than prisoners, but I digress. In my cage I have delightful sleeping arrangements - first of all, I sleep standing up - I highly suggest that you try and it see how rested you feel. That being said I sleep standing up surrounded by my "cozy", which covers my body in a warm velvet lining. I have had this cozy since I was a baby and today my Mommy had the nerve to put a new cozy in my cage next to my old one. Although it is not torn like mine and looks softer, I refuse to be a part of it. In addition to that she hung a pinata on my jungle gym right next to my "house". Can you believe it? Allowing Mexicans, whose water I won't drink when I am there, to live right next to me and forcing me to try a new cozy. Well, I let my Mommy know that these living conditions are far from acceptable. I took all my food and threw it while she looked on in sheer horror. At points so much food flew, I had to close my eyes in order not injure them. We'll see whose having the last laugh tomorrow, when my Mommy wakes up with just the pinata's head in her bead and a purple cozy next to it.

I Never Thought that I Would Say It....

....but Jesse Jackson is my newfound hero! Here's why "I want to cut his nuts off ... Barack ... he's talking down to black people." Although I do not agree with the reason as to why he wants to cut "his nuts off", I do agree with the result. In fact I may know people who can help Jesse Jackson's cause. Better yet, those of my readers who would like to show their support of Jesse Jackson can contribute via my blog to the "Cut His Nuts Off Fund" and let's join together in this important cause.

Tim Russet Re-Visited

A good friend of mine whom shall remain unnamed has brought it to my attention that my blog is the "only negative thing on record in regards to Tim Russet". I say so be it. Just because I will not be pressured by society and can not be bought like the newscasters have been does not make my comments any less poignant. If anything, my comments are the unbiased, unemotional, unweepy, unsappy crap that we have been hearing lately. I do not care how good a journalist and nice guy and good dad he was, he missed the most important investment there was to make - life. He became disgustingly fat and what was he thinking? I mean especially a reporter he should know all the facts of being a fatty and what that will do to you. I am surprised he wasn't a smoker too. So, for all of you who are mildy, moderately or strongly offended by my take on Tim Russet I suggest that you take a good look in the mirror