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THE BEGINNING

"WHERE have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother.

She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast,-- "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.

You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then.

You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you.

In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived.

In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.

Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.

Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart.

As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine.

For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine?"

http://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/rt/cmoon.htm

76th post (a tribute to america)

ok. its white house week on cspan which makes me more happy than any of you can even begin to imagine., so this blog is all about these united states and the politicians i love. im going to continue the letter writing thing from earlier.




dear george washington,

you are a badass among badasses, the president who set the precedent. did you ever have any doubt? youre always portrayed so confidently, the model statesman of the world.



dear john jay,

guess what. no slaves. anywhere. fucking awesome, right? im not sure you know how much i want to be you- unsung, well-travelled, brilliant.



dear thomas jefferson,

im just going to listen to your actions, not your words. well some of your words. dude, you know i love polymaths, but did you have to be so opposed to a federal supremacy?



dear alexander hamilton,

i swear, i will hunt down all of the descendents of aaron burr and make their lives miserable. you shouldve been president.



dear andrew jackson,

do you still have the bullet? do you just sit around and gloat? you are a fucking demigod.



dear james k polk,

i dont deserve to speak to you.



dear henry clay and john c calhoun and daniel webster,

rock on. you made congress cool. hasnt happened since. wont happen again.



dear lincoln,

aderol? i can get you some.



dear teddy,

thank you for smashing the atrium. fuck buchanan



dear taft,

you are proof that work history is directly proportional to weight in american politics. what didnt you do?



dear adlai stevenson,

kennedys a dick. i got your back.



dear barry goldwater,

you rawk. and im tired of these little letters.

a series of open letters

dear congress or the executive branch (since you have more power than constitutionally allowed),

guess what. bailouts dont work. they never have. give ford the bridge loan on condition of the other twos collapse. thats it. stop wasting our money. stop. stop. stop.

i know youre just going to say that filing for bankruptcy is harder now because of the scarcity, that america will lose nearly a million jobs. bullshit. we will just lose a million jobs owned by american companies. we need to get used to the fact that there is a world economy, it is all globalized. i really dont think factory workers care whether their ceos are japanese or from the us. i think they just want their jobs and a little assurance that theyll be able to keep them through retirement.



dear worshippers of obama (especially those on msnbc),

he is not a god. please dont set him up to disappoint us all.



dear conspiracy theorists,

obama is not the antichrist. hes just a half black kid with some ideas a lot of americans like the sound of.



dear gm,

in reference to that first letter, we all hate you more than we hate congress. fuck you. buy chrystler and give it a go or sell yourself for a loss. you brought this shit on yourself, and if i see you back in congress in april begging for money, i will personally see to it that you are all forced into poverty. take some fucking responsibility for yourselves.



dear citizens of zimbabwe,

im shouting as loud as i motherfucking can for you. no one else wanted to join until recently. i cant promise that help is on the way, but i can promise that i will do my best to never lose my voice. and i can promise i will not stop shouting until you can cast a vote . i will not stop shouting until you get proper medical attention. i will not stop shouting until you have a responsible government with your best interests at heart.



dear citizens of southern sudan,

no one learned from darfur. im not even sure you know the crisis that is about to befall you. i shout for you too.



dear government of the peoples republic of china,

please do not neglect basic safety in your rush to become a megapower. please do not assume you have carte blanc. america wont do shit, but your own people will. beware of public opinion. also, i seriously love you guys. want to go out for dinner sometime?



dear countries of colombia, venezuela, nicaragua, and mexico,

im not stupid. bushs administration may be incompetent in relations in the americas, but i have a sneaking suspicion that bill richardson may be able to get a few things changed. so watch the fuck out, because i send articulate letters to politicians, and politicians enforce sanctions on countries that dont crack down on the thugs selling drugs from your country.



dear incoming obama administration,

do not neglect the issue i addressed above. you know its as big a security issue as 'terrorism.'



dear elizabeth,

i hope youre not waiting for some twist of fate to bring us together again. i stopped last week.

yup

pakistan was bombed yesterday. never heard a word about it. fuck media.