O'Keeffe "Red Snapdragons"

Something is very right about the difficulty of a task, for it creates opportunity for greatness.


Something is very right about pain and suffering, for they draw us closer to God, and they delineate pleasure and joy.


Something is very right about want, for it defines fulfillment.


Something is very right about fear, for it defines love.



For a couple of weeks, maybe, I've been in a horrible terrible mood. Life has seemed terribly full of unhappiness and woe. I've asked myself: was I ever happy(?) - at any time in my life after about, say, the end of third grade? Have I always been unhappily searching for contentment and fulfillment? Have I never had it? Have I only fooled myself into thinking I had it - or even that it was available? Is this existence all about coping inside a continuous state of woe? Can I even remember an extended state of happiness and fulfillment and contentment? Was I content and fulfilled in college? Not really. During any period thereafter? I really cannot remember any period of life when I was consistently happy and fulfilled and content. Maybe I am misremembering. Or not.

I've noticed, in comments which I've dashed off on other blogs, I've been unusually harsh and mean and hubristically full of myself. Not pretty. I've been a jerk. I've felt mean and horrible and terrible, and it showed. I've written two blogposts which I never put on the blog b/c they were so harsh. I've known I was in a horrible terrible mood, and I've been unable to shake it.

I've prayed. I've tried to meditate and think of what is going on with me. I've idly wondered if I've a hereditary disposition towards depression, and I've idly cursed the ineffectiveness and danger I perceive in anti-depression medications! Dang it! I wish there was a pill! Only really, I don't. I would rather experience my own life fully, for better or worse. Only, really, sometimes, I wish there was a pill. I've known exercise would help get some endorphins going, and I've not exercised. Tomorrow. I'll exercise tomorrow.

And I've felt just horrible. And in despair. And I've chastised myself: I'm healthy. I'm safe and warm. I'm living in no kind of hardship. Reminding myself of that hasn't helped me feel less horrible or less in despair.

And I finally remembered, thanks to various discussion and various circumstance: I've been acting like a lefty! I've been acting as if something is very wrong about life! I've forgotten the nuggets (composed by me[!], after studying and co-opting the reasoning of others) listed beside the red snapdragons: Something is very right. Something is very right about the design of existence. I'm so happy to remember/be reminded of this.

"Everything has already been said, and well said; but one must always recall it anew."
-Frithjof Schuon

I'm so happy because I think remembering something is very right is what I needed. I think my horrible, terrible mood shall soon subside. I was so happy to remember, I poured a big glass of wine and composed this post in celebration. So, this is written on wine, and Lord knows what it will look like tomorrow. But I'm publishing it, with nary more than a spellcheck. No proofread, no nothing. Life happens. I say let it. Blogposts happen. Let them. Proofreading is for sissies - and sober sissies at that. La'Chaim! To life with beloved friends.

Note: hah! I just spellchecked, and I hadn't mispelled or mistyped a thing! Stone-cold sobriety is overrated.

O'Keeffe: "Black Iris"

Iowahawk:

Embattled Prostitute "Kristen" Expected to Resign

New York - At a hastily scheduled morning press conference at the headquarters of New York's exclusive Emperors Club prostitution ring, high priced call girl "Kristen" announced that she would temporarily step aside in the wake of charges that she had engaged in sex with New York Governor Eliot Spitzer.
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"For that kind of money, there's an expectation that these girls have been with Snoop Dogg or Charlie Sheen," said Preston. "But please -- Eliot Spitzer? When our members are spending five thousand dollars to snort cocaine off an ass, they want to know that ass has some standards."
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"We want to assure the expensive whore buying public -- whether they are drug dealers, washed out big league ball players, or compulsive gamblers on a temporary hot streak -- that when they purchase one of our products, that fine bitch will now be DNA tested and certified 100% free of contaminants from politicians or journalists," said Williams.

Despite the new assurances, Rizzo says it may take years for the whore industry's luxury segment to recover from the incident.

"The saddest thing is what it done to the youngsters, those starry-eyed 17 and 18 year old boys out there who dream someday of blowing thirty or forty thousand dollars on a hotel room full of beautiful, high end hookers," said Rizzo. "Sure, only a few ever achieve it, but that boyhood dream has always been universal. After the Spitzer incident, though ... I'm just not sure whether that's true anymore."

The dream is always the same...

Foxnews Sexpert; Georgia O'Keeffe

Sigh. I just love this girl.

Reading the Sexpert's article, my mind wanders to the vulva-esque paintings of Georgia O'Keeffe. Ms. O'Keeffe famously criticized and dismissed those who said she was painting vaginas. She must have been having comic fun with her critics, as artistically vulva-esque images appeared in many of her paintings.

I've suspected (wild guessed) O'Keeffe was expressing a spiritual truth she sensed. I suspect artistically hinting at fecundity was part of the best way to depict that truth.

Rather than plainly depict a flower, art critics said Ms. O'Keeffe "looked into the heart of the flower". I've also read that her flowers are painted as if from an insect's perspective; or, from a bee's perspective, if a bee were busy conducting pollination.

An elegant thing I read about Ms. O'Keeffe's vulva-esque phase(paraphrasing from memory): She was a strong woman who lived in a world which catered to men. Her art expressed the inherent strength of her womanhood.

To my amateur eye, the most attractive thing about Ms. O'Keeffe's paintings is their fluidity. It's as if their fluidity connects them to larger, interconnected existence. Ms. O'Keeffe was said to be entranced by colors, shapes, and textures.

Georgia O'Keeffe bio. Born on a farm in Wisconsin.

Continuous Process of Becoming

John Denver kara is not oke

Here's the headline I rejected as too insensitive:

Karaoke victim does what he has to do.

John Denver karaoke sparks Thai killing spree

By Andrew Drummond in Bangkok
Last Updated: 3:50pm GMT 08/03/2008

A gunman in Thailand shot-dead eight neighbours, including his brother-in-law, after tiring of their karaoke versions of popular songs, including John Denver’s Country Roads.
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A neighbour said that the karaoke group normally sang Thai pop and southern Thai ballads, but one particular western tune could be heard often - John Denver’s ‘Country Roads’.

Country Roads is a hugely popular song in south east Asia and the neighbour said the revellers had been singing it over and over again.

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WH Press Secretary Dana Perino

Private militias and awesome weaponry

First, mull Wretchard's take on a possible future in which citizens of the West, in reaction to their politically correct governments' refusals to adequately protect citizens, react by forming private militias which go so far as to conduct transnational search and destroy missions. Wretchard:

the logical flaw in assuming Islamic radicals, developing WMD in a cave, could privately attack the Western civilians with impunity was the assumption that Western civilians couldn't do the same. "The really harmful consequence of not recognizing proxy warfare and addressing it openly is that it creates a subterranean world of countermeasures. A black market in defense."

Next, watch video of this awesome-er than awesome automatic shotgun/grenade launcher. That is a weapon!

Panicky Dreams

Do your eyes ever sting - maybe b/c you are having a horrific allergy day - and you want to open them but you can barely keep them open, because of the stinging and because of your body's natural reactive instinct to keep them closed?

In my dream, every time I was driving a car my eyes would begin stinging, and then I could not get my eyes to open, and the car would be moving. And I would smoothly depress the brake, b/c before my eyes closed I had seen a stop sign just ahead. And so I would be estimating exactly where to stop the vehicle, so it would be stopped at the stop sign. Except, as I got very close to a full stop, the brakes would not hold and bring the car down to a full stop. So, then, with eyes stinging shut, blindly estimating where I needed to stop, with a car which would not make the final stop, I would be shoving the brake pedal down to the floor, and still the car would be sliding forward past the point where I estimated it should stop. Later in the dream, I would drive again, and the same thing would happen. I had the eyes stinging/no brakes problem on at least three separate drives during my dream.

Then the car disappeared completely. I walked and looked and looked for the car. It was not where I had left it. I considered walking about a half mile, to another place I might've left the car, except I really knew it wasn't there, except it also wasn't where I really knew it was. It must've been stolen. Then I stumbled across the car. It had been sold to an auto wholesaler from Kansas. It was awaiting transport to that state.

Finally(this isn't the last of the dream, but it's the last which is interesting enough to retell), I was sitting in a chair on a smooth warehouse floor, and the chair began gliding smoothly around the floor, as if slightly electrified. The chair slid me around mostly backwards, but not always. I was mostly backwards, but also gently revolving as I slid. I could slightly control the direction of the chair via positioning my feet on the ground, like a rudder; yet I could not stop the chair from smoothly gliding about the floor, and gently knocking into walls, which I would then gently push away from. But I could not stop the chair. I didn't especially want to stop the chair, yet I kind of wanted to stop it, and could not. It wanted to glide, and it could not be stopped. I had customers at the warehouse. They watched me glide, and wondered if it was some type of trick. Finally, I got out of the chair and exited the warehouse. The customers grabbed it and sat in it. I exited before I saw whether or not they were able to glide around.

Let the amateur dream interpretations begin. The interpretations have already begun in my head. I have to constantly tamp my own interpretations down, and remind myself I don't know jack about the significance of dreams, or even if there is any significance which can be interpreted - which I don't really too much think there is - but maybe there is.

Random, final additional dream detail: I was visiting with two women who were office assistants of a business client. I was standing on the ground. They were sitting in the bed of a pick up truck. One told a story of the other being in flagrante delicto with her fiancee, then, suddenly, apropos of nothing, she screamed at her fiancee: "Don't you lie to me!" "Wow", I said to the screamer, "that is kinda scary." The storyteller looked at the screamer and agreed: "Yeah." The screamer hung her head in shame, and, sort of, in bewilderment about whatever had come over her during that screaming moment. She stared at the bed of the pick-up truck, and she said "I know."

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All the above dreaming happened the same night: Wed night, March 5.

I have, I suspect, compared to other people, relatively few nightmares(that I can remember, anyway). I often go for what seems like months without remembering any nightmares. But, when I have nightmares, I seem to have them in bunches. At these times, maybe b/c I have tension or something in my life, I will have a string of days or weeks when, on many mornings, I can remember having had panicky dreams during the previous night. I'm currently in one of those strings of lots of panicky dreams.

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Addendum: One more recent panicky dream

I'm jogging, up in some residential hilly mountainous deserty area, and I almost jog straight off a cliff. I catch myself just in time. So I turn right, and jog along the edge of the cliff, and I notice a mountain lion stalking me, moving in closer and closer, and quite rapidly. There's a house ahead. I sprint to the house, leap over the porch fence thingy, and bang on the door and ring the bell and shout to please let me in. But the mountain lion is preparing to leap onto the porch. I grab a patio chair to defend myself. The mountain lion leaps ... and it not a mountain lion, but a big tomcat. A big, pissed off tomcat which is attacking me. I fend if off with the patio chair. It's a pretty good fight between the two of us, and I am quite panicked, and my adrenaline is high. Then a lady opens the door, and the tomcat leaps off the porch and runs away.

And that's my panicky dream. Almost jogged off a cliff; attacked by a semi-domestic cat. Panicked as heck. Sometimes my nightmares are embarrassingly wimpy. Yet, they still scare me as they happen. I'm not complaining, really. I prefer a domestic cat nightmare to a scary monster nightmare.

This is such a low blow

so completely unfair
so dryly funny
so classic Ann Coulter:

"I do think anyone named B. Hussein Obama should avoid using 'hijack' and 'religion' in the same sentence."

Video which Coulter was commenting on, in which Barack just slings manure all over the auditorium. If you take a moment, and really think what he is saying, he is both living in a dreamworld AND full of bull. As I've said before: a difficult little combination to achieve.

Here are the two Coulter lines with which Alan Colmes tries to condemn her - I think both are funny(but maybe that's just me):

Democrats cannot conceive of hate speech towards Christians because in their eyes Christians always deserve it.

"Assuming you aren't a fetus, the left's most dangerous religious belief is their adoration of dangerous criminals"

Several sharply funny quotes from Coulter's book: Godless. Coulter is a self-promoting provacateur. But, you gotta admit, she makes you laugh. Admit it! You know she does!

Hillary is finding her footing and her balance as a candidate

I love underdogs. I predict Hillary will rally and win the Dem nomination. I think Barack's campaign is a brittle facade which could be shattered into a pile of shards. Hillary has a chance to do it.

It's taken from Feb 2007 until now, but I think Hillary is - for the first time in her life - finding her footing and her understanding of how to be an effective political candidate. Hillary has never had to be an effective candidate. Her competition for two Senate races in New York: Rick Lazio and Jeanine Pirro, were notably weak opponents. Hillary's campaign people have usually been excellent. Hillary herself has always fluctuated between being a mediocre and a horrible candidate.

What she is doing now: mockery, is the way to beat Obama. Mock Barack. Point out the silliness - the lack of seriousness - of Barack as a candidate. Barack is only serious in tone; he is only serious in his regard for how wonderful he is. In the real world, in the actual and serious world: Barack is fluffy light. He ripe for mockery.

Allahpundit makes fun of Hillary's campaigning in this video. Allah doesn't realize this is the exact message Hillary needs to send out - and she is doing it! She needs to repeat this message over and over and over, until every potential voter has heard it several times. This appears to be what she is doing! She just needs to follow through.

There's an old sales nugget that a person needs to hear something seven times before the something sinks into their consciousness. There might be some truth to this. Dems and liberals have a long history of repeating falsehoods over and over, until eventually America believes the falsehood is truth. Some examples of falsehoods which Democrats repeated so often that most Americans now believe they are true:

Clarence Thomas sexually harassed Anita Hill.

Bill Clinton's impeachment was about sex.

Florida 2000 Election was stolen by Bush.

The Swift Boat For Truth veterans were liars.

President Bush lied in his 2003 SOTU; and misled us into war.

Halliburton/Bush Administration are corruptly co-operating.

Scooter Libby outed Valerie Plame.

NSA wiretapping is violating Americans civil rights.

and, just for fun, a non-Dem nugget: alligators are green.

Every one of those nuggets is untrue, yet in each case a majority of Americans believe each one to be true.

Therefore, Hillary simply needs to use time-honored sales and Democratic propaganda techniques: mock Barack - again and again and again - mock him thousands of times. Stay on message. And I would add in the mockery message about

"[according to Barack] the sky will open up; the light will shine down; angels will begin singing; and we will all come together and everything will be wonderful!"

These two items are exactly the way to defeat Barack:

1. Barack is "running on one speech from 2002."
2. "the sky will open up" et al.

Hillary cannot pitter pat around obscure(to the average voter) issue differences and pick up the large number of delegates she needs to defeat Barack. At this point, Hillary's only chance is to shatter him. She can do it. His facade of legitimacy is brittle enough to be shattered - by MOCKERY. I left this comment at neoneocon:

Obama’s brittle shell + cotton candy center reminds of a corrupt or oppressive government which is just barely maintaining control of it’s people. When a piece of that government shatters just a bit, suddenly the entire shell of a government structure shatters and crashes to the ground. It happens shockingly fast - like the U.S.S.R. in 1991.

Obama is like a government which is scrambling to hold everything in place. Obama is scrambling to hold the illusion in place. From the outside, we can clearly see the freight train of reality is going to smash Obama to pieces. We cannot see when. Maybe after he already the Dem nominee. Maybe in February 2009, after he is already POTUS. But the freight train is coming. Reality is bearing down on Obama, and there will be a 100 MPH collision. The only question is when. If it happens in the next couple of months, the Dems retain the flexibility to shift to Hillary.

Study: Short sex is best

FoxNews:

A new study, published today in the international Journal of Sexual Medicine, says the best sex should last seven to 13 minutes, it is being reported by news.com.au/heraldsun.

And get this: Even three-minute sex is considered “adequate.”

According to the study, which included a random sample of Americans and Canadians, sex longer than 13 minutes was “too long.”

Click here to read the study, which requires a subscription.

Americans usually expect intercourse to last between 15 to 20 minutes, according to other U.S. studies, so this new study is designed to have a calming effect on couples who think healthy sex has to last a long time.

The study also aims to help calm couples' unrealistic beliefs that healthy sex should last a long time.

"Usually women are quite happy with short intercourse, and are not bothered about prolonging it at all, but nearly all men want it to be much, much longer," Dr. Jane Howard, a medical sex therapist from Brisbane, Australia, told news.com.au.

The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 4 - Fake change

Previous Posts:
Barack knock
Michelle Obama: "For the first time in my adult life, I am proud of my country."
Did I mischaracterize Michelle Obama?
The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 1 - Limited love for America; unlimited love for (fantasy) ideals
The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 2 - Not ready; why meeting with oppressive dictators is bad policy
The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 3 - Desire for black identity affects his politics
The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 3 1/2 - Fantasizing about Arab-American families being rounded up
The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 3 3/4 - Sees no reason to be proud of America

Wherever politics tries to be redemptive, it is promising too much. Where it wishes to do the work of God, it becomes, not divine, but demonic.
--Pope Benedict XVI

"I'm going to back Obama ... I can't wait to see what he stands for."
--Actress Susan Sarandon, Mid-February, 2008

Barack:

I'm going to change politics in America!

Barack's Campaign Manager, today:

BTW, did you guys know Hillary is the most secretive politician in America?

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Barack, to America:

Nafta sucks!

Barack's chief economic advisor, to Canadian government official:

Don't worry. He has to say that stuff about NAFTA. He doesn't really mean it!

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Barack, to Illinois, during his run for Senate in 2004:

Long live Israel!

Barack, to Palestinian Activist Ali Abuminah, during Barack's Senate campaign of 2004:

"Hey, I'm sorry I haven't said more about Palestine right now, but we are in a tough primary race. I'm hoping when things calm down I can be more up front."

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The manure Barack is shoveling: Part 3 3/4 - No reason to be proud of America

We ought elect a President who is proud of America - warts and all - at all times.

Here is an accurate paraphrase of what Barack is saying in his "American child" riff in this video:

America is something we Americans are ashamed of. Elect me, and I will change America into something we Americans can be proud of.

In the video, Barack is off the teleprompter, and he allows that insight into his worldview to slip past his self-censorship. This is why I ask:

Does Barack love the America created by our Founding Fathers? Does he love the land of freedom and opportunity which presently exists?

Or, does Barack mainly love his idea of an America which he could create - i.e. an America of leftist-style economic and social justice?

Barack is a far left politician. He was brought into the world by self-described Communist parents. His stepfather was associated with the radical Phillipine administration of Sukarno. Barack returned to Hawaii to complete his prep school education. While there, he acquired a surrogate father and mentor who was also openly Communist: well-known and talented American poet Frank Marshall Davis. Mr. Davis had been in the social circle of Barack's birth parents, and had known Barack since he was a baby. Now, Barack embraces "black American identity", and all the rigid victim characterizations and misguided social and economic programs that implies.

What happens if Barack gets into the Oval Office, then Congress prevents him from reshaping America into his dreamland of economic and social justice? Is Barack then proud of America, or ashamed of her? We ought elect a President who is proud of America - warts and all - all of the time.

I caucus for Hillary

I could describe how I left a long line to walk a sand wedge distance to get a Dr. Pepper at Brahms; and how a 70 year old lady decided she would go with me; and how she tasted 4 different flavors of ice cream before ordering a single scoop of vanilla; before changing her mind and ordering a soft serve vanilla yogurt cone. I could describe how the elapsed time to complete and pay for her order was a full 10 minutes, during which I waited and drank almost all my Dr. Pepper, as I could not let her walk alone back through the darkness to the original point from which the sand wedge would've been launched. But I won't describe that.

Instead, I will describe how incompetent the Texas Democratic Party is to have conceived a primary system which amounts to hazing their own Democratic voters. Republicans just voted and went home. All Republican voters were gone by 7:00 PM, when polls closed. I was about 10th from the end of the Dem line(foolishly reasoning I wanted to be late so I could vote and caucus all in one trip). I didn't cast my vote until 7:40 PM: Hillary Clinton! Oh yeah!

Now, as I cast my vote, there were maybe 400 people standing in lines, in the moderate cold, waiting to caucus in a "Texas Two Step" in which your vote only counts as 2/3 of a vote, and your caucus vote counts as 1/3 of a vote. After voting, I was shuffled out a back door, from whence I circled through a parking lot and came back around to the front to join the caucus line, which is when a woman walked up with a drink from Brahms, which is when me and the 70 year old lady began our ice cream flavor adventure. I think the lady tasted different flavors so she could make that scoop of vanilla stretch into a full dinner for her - as well as a pageant of adventure, since maybe she doesn't get out of her house much.

So, the voting people clear out of the voting room. The Democrat Party people come in and set up 5 or so tables - each of which is designed to collect caucus votes for one of the 5 different precincts which vote at this polling place. I had to remember my precinct number: 1167. The caucus room would hold maybe 175 densely packed people. There were 400 people standing in the cold, and another 30 Dem Party people milling ineffectively around the inside of the tiny caucus room.

We were herded around like cattle. People tried, valiantly, and on their own, to form into 5 lines according to their precinct numbers. The Dem Party people were totally overwhelmed, and were at any rate incapable of organizing anything more complicated that a modest children's birthday party. The idea was that we would squeeze into the building and actually do no more than re-vote, via writing our name, address, voter card number, and candidate of our choice(written out by us: C-l-i-n-t-o-n). The guy behind me in line for an hour just fell in love with me; but he supported Obama. When I wrote Clinton on my caucus sheet, he was looking directly at it. I sneaked a sideways peek. He was devastated. As I left, he dispiritedly bid me goodbye. I left at almost 9:00PM. There were about 40 people still trying to cast their caucus votes.

The rest of the story involves what Dem Primary Caucus voters talk about as they are herded around for 90 minutes. The main thing they talk about is "the stolen election of 2000." They've never seen anything so blatantly unfair in their lives. I overheard 4 different conversations or exclamations about the "stolen election."

And here, I have to say this: Democratic Primary voters are tremendously misinformed and uninformed people. The contrast with Republican voters is striking and notable. Around me were mostly middle class, lower end white collar workers. They were some of the most misinformed, uninformed people I've ever eavesdropped in on. Everything's a conspiracy with them, and the Repubs and Bush are behind it. Two different people thought we voters were standing in the cold b/c of a Republican plot. It made no sense that Repubs merely voted and went home - no muss no fuss. It made no sense that the Texas Democratic Party would intentionally haze their own voters. It had to be a Republican plot, since Republicans control politics in Texas.

Florida 2000 was a conspiracy. American voting is dangerously unmonitored, especially as Repubs are known to steal votes at will. I helpfully pointed out that we Dems are huge vote fraud offenders, and that the only people convicted of voter misdoings in 2004 were Dems from Milwaukee, and that in fact Wisconsin was very possibly stolen for John Kerry in 2004 in Milwaukee. Completely blank stares all around, from about 10 people in our conversational group. Does...not...compute.

McCain wants to stay in Iraq for 100 years. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. McCain, to get retribution, is probably going to bomb Vietnam if he is elected. It's no fun to vote in general elections in Texas, because Republicans always win. It didn't used to be that way! Democrats used to win in this state! Those were the good old days. Knowing nods all around. Long discussion finally determines that Bill Clinton never won Texas. Therefore, the last time Texas voted for a Dem was Jimmy Carter, in 1976. (I've no idea if that is correct or not.)

Woman tells story: Went to her stockbroker in 2004. Broker was explaining how the market would break out, and the Dow would go up, immediately when Bush was re-elected. Therefore, she and her husband should shift money into common stock now, so they could enjoy the rise in value of their stock immediately after Bush was re-elected. She says, "So my husband got mad. He said to our broker: 'What if Kerry is elected!' And the broker looks right at him and says: 'Then God help us all!'" Knowing nods all around the group: What else can you expect? He was a stock-broker! They're all Republicans. Unh huh. I know that's right!

More conversation around me:
Hillary just won't be denied. The woman just keeps coming. She ain't playin. She thinks she can railroad Barack. That's why I'm staying late to vote for Barack, cause Hillary can't railroad me. Republicans are crossing over to vote for Hillary. "Why?", I ask, "Do they dislike Barack?" No! Repubs are AFRAID of Barack! They think he will beat McCain. Buuut, lots of commenters are saying McCain will win in November. Knowing nods all around. I think to myself: These people are accustomed to their candidate getting beat. But, they say, if we made it through 8 years of Bush, we can make it through anything! Nothing could be as bad as Bush! Haw haw haw haw haw.

Then, we finally caucus voted, and we took our conspiracy theories home to the warmth of our homes.

Jason Kidd: the gift that keeps on giving

Jamaal Magloire signed with Dallas partially b/c Jason Kidd is in Dallas.

Now Tyronn Lue has signed with Dallas, instead of with Denver, partially b/c Jason Kidd is in Dallas.

Tyronn Lue Song
(sung to tune of "Saturday, in the Park", by Chicago)

Tyronn Lue on the court
flingin from the three point line
Tyronn Lue on the court
flingin from the three point line
Cuban dancing Westphal laughing
DJ scratchin on the PA
wacka wacka ho's and bitches
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Tyronn Lue

Tyronn Lue on the court
flingin from the three point line
Tyronn Lue on the court
flingin from the three point line
Avery talkin Popeye smilin
Mascot on the trampoline
Dunking for us all
Will you help him throw one down
Can the Mavs win it (yes they can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Tyronn Lue

Slow motion replay of Ginobli flopping down
Tim Duncan still can cry to the refs his own way
Listen Avery all is not lost
All is not lost

Funny days at AAC
Every day the refs job the Mavs
Funny days at AAC
Every day the refs job the Mavs
Opponents reaching opponents touching
Dirk's mad about the no calls
Oh my he's really mad
If they want it, really want it
Can the Mavs win it (yes they can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Tyronn Lue

Charley Rosen on Tyronn Lue, when Lue was traded to the Kings:

Tyronn Lue is a career backup at the point-guard slot. Although he has quick hands on defense, Lue's best asset is his ability to score — especially in clutch situations. He does this with an accurate jumper that he can unleash from downtown and also on tricky pull-ups and fades. Lue definitely has the speed and the talent to be a game-changer. As he approaches his 31st birthday, Lue's uptempo skills show no sign of fading.

Now that Tyronn's a Maverick, Charley Rosen probably believes he has slowed down a lot, and is a shadow of his former self.