I could have rescued Democrats nationwide last night. I could have singlehandedly erased the enthusiasm gap. I could have singlehandedly smashed it to shit with a hammer and replaced it with an energized progressive base frothing at the mouth for a chance at the throats of Buck, Angle, O'Donnell, Paul, Miller, Rubio, DeMint, Toomey, Johnson, Raese ( Read more... )

It's far too nice a day to be inside but I'm sitting on the sofa right now anyway because I have to listen to these tunes and let it influence the way I write this. My passive aggressive, just beyond reality, I reach for you. Maria Columbia, whore of liberty; blind as always-- blonde in the field in the grass in shadows cast by the pines against ( Read more... )

Because even though I'm in the mountains, this is still some bullshit.

Dad called today and we had a good talk for twenty minutes. He asked me how my grades were going to turn out and I kind of squirmed through it, saying something like, "Oh, I mean, you know..." and that seemed to work for him ( Read more... )

Suck my dick, Miami:
Dear University Community,

We are saddened to acknowledge* the death of Joseph Eger, a junior, Friday morning, Oct. 19.
    Joe Eger was an interdisciplinary studies major and management information systems minor who shared a house off-campus with friends. He is survived by his parents, Patricia and William Eger, and a ( Read more... )

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I'm going to look for the precise wording in the coming days*, but watching Charlie Rose interview Bush, I just heard our president say that "if judging whether or not our mission in Iraq is a success based on the amount of car-bombings and suicide-bombings over there, than those who are doing the bombings will have won [because we will have ( Read more... )

I know that, today being the 4th anniversary of the war in Iraq, you expect a virulently anti-war post on kashmir_bitches.

Uncle Jerry died on March 10, 2003, the same day that Matt turned 16. A week later, we were having dinner with Aunt Kathy and the girls at Uncle Frank's. (God--what was the meal? An étouffée?) Dinner was over, and Aunt Treva was ( Read more... )