War IS Obscene...

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war is obsceneNOW you're talkin' my kind of language! Go on...

(I just noticed "obscene" is spelled wrong on his back... :( )

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New Year's Luck

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So, during the past few months, there have been some scares in my family. My Sister had been having some symptoms that were mimicking multiple sclerosis and had a doctor that was mimicking a fucking asshole. And my Mother was diagnosed with melanoma on her arm.

We were very, very fortunate in both outcomes and the man in me was "certain" we would be. While the little boy in me wasn't so sure, but shivered quietly and sent desperate prayers out in the air.

If we're "lucky" indeed... And chances are, if you're reading this, you're better off than most people on the planet. So, there is much to be grateful for...

And I try to remind myself of that as often as I can. I don't always succeed in it, but it's well worth trying. And if I don't, life will have a way of reminding me whether I like it or not. So for now, for this very beautiful moment, I'll try to beat life to the punch and remind myself how very lucky I am.

Happy New Year, bishes! I truly hope it's your best one yet.

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Encouragement Always Flies And Follows The Sun

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Millions of monarch butterflies travel to ancestral winter roosts in Mexico's shrinking mountain fir forests. Surfing winds from southern Canada and the northern U.S., they travel thousands of miles, taking directional cues from the sun.

"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly."

~ Richard Buckminster Fuller

*** National Geographic's PHOTO OF THE MONTH by Joel Sartore, from the November 2010 story "Animal Migrations."

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Even The Tacos!

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Wombat Wisdom for the ages... I don't think truer words have ever been spoken.

(Thanks to our goddess in Santa Barbara, Claudette, for this timely and fantastic contribution. Thanks, Claud! I. Love. It.) ***************************

Target and Best Buy Can Eat Shit

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Target and Best Buy have donated over $250,000 to a political committee supporting a rabidly anti-equality candidate for Governor of Minnesota, where both are headquartered – a man with ties to a Christian rock band that advocates violence and death to gays. Some "Christians"... Funny how quickly they want to kill. I'm sure Christ loves that.

So yeah... Target and Best Buy can suck it. And if you're so inclined to sign a petition telling them so, please do.

Because signing this shit? Does work. There's a total backlash against Target - and those a-holes are feeling it.

And the latest poll? New Poll Shows Majority Favor Gay Marriage - via NPR

Well, spank my bottom and pull my hair a little...

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I Won't Be IGNORED, Dan...

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So, I don't know about you, but the above shit drives me crazy. It's just SO damn easy to reply to an email... And so many bishes don't. It's enough to send me over the edge sometimes... (We're back to "bishes", bishes. BiTHes just didn't have the same ring.)

I'm all calling or emailing, while I'm painting my toenails...

And me and my dried out rat's nest I call "hair" wait...

And we wait...

And then, we begin to get angry... Even though we're wearing something pretty, lacy and silky, we're still getting angry...

And we're all, "We won't be IGNORED, Dan..." (Because the guilty party should ALWAYS be named "Dan".)

And then before I know it, we're sitting on the floor turning lights off and on and off and on and off and on and... Well...

We flip more than the switch and do something inappropriate. Like cook rabbit stew. With your rabbit.

I'll blame it on my hair's conditioner. Yeah. If you haven't heard, Garnier's Fructis makes you totally psycho.

But, you don't buy that alibi.

And then YOU'RE all reaching through the bathroom door and grabbing my perm-damaged hair, which if I do say so myself, is a little over-the-top. Like it isn't a wreck already, you've got to be pulling on that shit.

And then, THEN, like that's not bad enough, you be slammin' my stank face into the bathroom door, which again, I think is a little uncalled for. Glass windows do NOTHING for your skin, Dan. But, whatever... (See why I don't like smiling for pictures? Although, my boobs do look totally hot.)

But then, I'm chopping onions and you don't care for the way THAT'S going, so you totally grab my wrist

which obviously makes my left nipple erect and I almost knock a hundred dollars worth of spices all over the fucking floor. Thanks a lot, Dan.

So then, I'm just standing there dazed and confused in a frumpy, dingy, white dress with my poor boobs bra-less, wondering why you won't call or email, and why you hate it when I chop onions.

And then, you totally slam my head back into the bathroom door, still a little uncalled for... and still hating my smile in pictures...

And then, you shoot me between my bubbies, straight through my heart and all is fun and games until you get my back crap all over the bathroom tile and I sink into the abyss of a tub full of lukewarm water with a ruined dress. Dead.

And all you had to do was hit "Reply", Dan.

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