NO YOU CAN'T!

So, you REALLY think that you can be inspired to reach greater heights and purposes with that silly, "Yes We Can" stuff written by some guy who can't even spell his name correctly?

The Billionaires For Bush would like you to remember that while you may consider for a split second a vote for a Democrat (even one who sends tingles down Chris Matthews' legs when he speaks), you will be voting a vote for health, clean climate, rebuilding infrastructure and the return of big money for little people... you! Oh, the horror of it all!

Pshaw, my little friends! The Billionaires have banded together again (or actually, they never go away) in order to remind you that only their power and money matters! So, VOTE GOP to continue their healthy bottom line!

Billionaires are constantly at work in the dark recesses of their walk-in vaults planning new ways to ensure that their power structure remains the status quo! Watch their new video answer to "Yes We Can," answered with a rousing, NO YOU CAN'T!

If this video angers you, then do something about it. Vote for a Democrat!

Money Trumps Peace

Don't look at me, I didn't say it....

President George W. Bush: [L]et's put it this way, money trumps peace, sometimes.

While I didn't say it, I'm proud of President Bush and his glimmer of truth, even though he slipped that "sometimes" in there as if his hands were... shall we say... clean. I'm also happy that Bush has justified the message of the Billionaires For Bush from these last six years. And people thought we were just funny, pshaw.

Dick Cheney's Holiday Spectacular 2006

Yes, that's Dick Cheney. Can't you feel the grope of Billionaire love? If so, come and see the Billionaires For Bush Follies show from December 3-20 (Sundays and Wednesdays, 8:00 PM) at the Ace of Clubs, 9 Great Jones Street at Lafayette.

This year's cast is great and the All New Election Season jokes will delightfully tempt you to laugh instead of cry at the present Administration. Sometimes, you have to laugh to keep from throwing something, thereby busting your television set.

Come and hear some of your cherised and beloved holiday tunes, such as "Rest Easy Wealthy Gentlemen," "Prison Cells," "Toys for the World (Are Made by Kids)," and the soul-rousing and sweetly stirring (as the driven snow), "Halliburton Chorus." Ah yes, good times, indeed.

Hope to see you there.

9.11 pt. 1: Five Years of Angst

A number of months ago, I decided to participate in the 2996 Project, brought to my attention by Simply Left Behind. I responded to blogger D. Challener Roe's call to speak about one of the many people who died during the early daylight hours of September 11, 2001. I specifically asked to write about Michael Richards, an artist who died in his artist studio located at the World Trade Center.

And then, I proceeded to do nothing.

At the time that I emailed regarding the project, I didn't really anticipate the possible impact of my decision. I knew my dad was sick, but I didn't expect him (who ever expects it?) to die. I did, however, really ceased to function from May (when I found out my dad had cancer) to August. Only now, looking back, do I realize that I had been so worried about my dad that I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

My dad died on August 24, 2006. I had known he was sick, but apparently he was sicker than he wanted me and my sister to know. I'm still a bit shocked that he's gone. I've been having an argument with a really good friend for the past few months, and I've been too chicken to really talk to her. In March 2006, I moved from the bestest apartment for one person in the entire Universe, after living there for five years. I needed to move from Brooklyn (the bestest borough in the Universe) to the Bronx to be closer to work and got a roommate again. I also finally started paying my student loan. Either the apartment or the student loan had to go. I chose the apartment, but at least I've paid my loan on time for several months now.

In January 2006, my cat of 11.5 years (who I had from the day she was born) passed away after being misdiagnosed, rediagnosed, and then going through a harsh operation. Several months earlier, I attended a conference in New Orleans. I left on the 21st of August 2005, one week prior to Katrina's landing. I was a bit emotional afterward, as I had also visited the city in 2004 for a family reunion. I also researched and published a major paper on the man who coined and defined the word, "genocide." That was fun stuff.

Luckily, I was in Los Angeles for the Great Friendly Blackout of the Greater Great Lakes in 2003. From early 2001-2003, all sorts of crazy things happened, beginning with my constant screaming at the TV from the first day of the Bush Administration's taking of the White House and continuing in a more satirical sense (and intact televisions), combating the overreaching banalities of the Bush Administration with the Billionaires for Bush. And of course, I still remember the smell of 9/11.

It's the thing of that day that I will never forget. I never want to smell that smell again.

Needless to say, I've been a little tense over the last five years. I also need a boyfriend, and dammit, I actually worked on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire (Regis edition) until January 2002. Isn't that one thing humiliation enough without all the other nightmarish rigamorole? Hhhmmm?

At least I am typing this on a new MacBook, but that's beside the point.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that the past five+ years haven't been so merry, but in actuality, they haven't been so bad, either. Except for the Bush thing. That's just been the worse thing (almost) ever.

I've had a lot of fun, and good laughs with a great many wonderful people. I've gotten into arguments, I've been there and I haven't, but all in all, good years, with some very hard blows. I try to stay optimistic and hope for the best, and all of my friends tell me to be optimistic. Let's just say I'm optimistically pessimistic. (Hell, I'm still thinking that maybe the Second Coming is really coming.) Truthfully, I'm a lot happier than people think I am; I just get down every now and then that my life and the world isn't exactly where I hoped they would be at this point. I really thought the world (and me) would be better by now.

Anyway, I kinda haven't been doing what I was supposed to be doing this summer (including apologizing to my friend, researching and writing about Michael Richards, and blowing off temporarily one project and permanently, I think, another). It's been that kind of summer.

It's been that kind of five years.

This is What Plutocracy Looks Like

We Billionaires For Bush were hanging out at the United for Peace and Justice mass rally in New York City on Saturday, poking fun sticks at the hoi polloi, who just loves it when we poke them with our witty repartee.

Here we are showing them what plutocracy looks like.

About an hour into us standing in front of the Chase bank, a guard came around and told us to tell the rally folks not to take pictures of us in front of the bank. Yeah, we'll get right on that. It was of no moment, however, because the sun was just about to stop shining on our side of Broadway and our glory, so we moved across the street to stand in front of Best Buy. Which was as good as standing in front of Chase and a tad more ironic anyway.

More about the rally at BlueJersey.net and thanks for the photo and vid.

Cancelling Toward the White House

You may be a tad tired of the "Support Our Troops" magnetic ribbons that proliferate every 7th car you see; but, there's a new ribbon in town and it's fully endorsed by the United States Post Office. Its message is firm and direct; instead of the amorphous "Support Our Troops"... uh, ok, sure, will do! these ribbons have a more overt message: Bring the Troops Home Now!

Nothing wishy washy, everything direct and to the point.

Every since the USPS began allowing a new innovation in stamps: print your own (legal counterfeiting?), there's been all sorts of stamps coming out of the woodwork. Pictures of my cat, your cat, cat, your grandma's cat ... now we can go that one step further and actually send a meaningful message to the government.

How?

By affixing them to your good old I.R.S. tax returns!

Those folks at the Internal Revenue Service won't know what hit 'em!

You can then either pass them on to your friends, or use them for mail to to your Senator, your Representative, your local governments or even to pay the cable bill.

So, here's the scoop: the stamps are $1.00 each, way above the .39 cent current stamp price. But, according to Corante's Civic Minded,

"A sheet of 20 stamps cost $20; $12 of that $20 goes to Endicia and USPS; of the remaining $8, 30% goes to Goodstorm to cover it's services, and the other 70%..."

goes to four organizations your SHOULD know by now: Military Families Speak Out, Gold Star Families for Peace, Iraq Veterans Against the War, Veterans for Peace.

Please head on over to Bring Them Home Now

You've got some time ... you know you haven't done your taxes yet! Don't try and fool anyone!

Plus, you'll let the government know exactly where you are when they come looking for you.

Oh, and in full disclosure, the stamp was designed by Andrew Boyd (see more here and here), the founder of the political theater action group I frequently participate with in actions, the Billionaires For Bush.

You can find a bit of the background regarding the stamp over at Civic Minded.

For more information on custom made photos stamps, go here.