Behind the Curtain, Episode 7
We had a great show at its new rightful time of 09:00 PM eastern time on Sunday nights. We covered the following articles:
- China paper urges new currency order after financial tsunami | Reuters
- Memo to US Secret Service: Net proxy may pinpoint Palin email hackers o The Register
- Could Clinton still come back? Internet buzzes with rumours Biden will be replaced by Hillary as Obama’s running mate | Mail Online
- Missouri Gov. Condemns Obama’s “Police State”
- ::Kabul Weekly|Reports::
- Contacting the Congress
We also played some nutty music, and celebrated my brother’s wedding. I had fun smoking a cigar!
Stop the Bailout!
We must stop this bailout! Now they’ve started calling it a rescue plan, to try to pacify the sheep, but it hasn’t worked. I just phoned my two senators and representative. Follow this link to get the phone numbers for the appropriate contacts for your area. Call them and let them know what you think. If you need some ammo, check out the Campaign for Liberty.
Senator Specter opposes the bailout. I got Senator Casey’s machine, but left a message anyway. I figured the republicans would oppose it, then held my nose as I entered democratic territory with our representative, Joe Sestak. I feel like I got the run-around. The guy said that Sestak awaits the full text of the bill, and will make his decision then. He promised me that a public statement would appear on his web site, so we shall see. I have a feeling he will vote for it.
Don’t feel nervous about calling your congresspeople. You just have to say a few things over the phone, or leave a message. Remember that numbers matter. For every constituent who calls, many others do not, and they take this into account. Pick up the phone and call. You will really feel like you made a difference.
Back to Reality
Happy Autumn. I just spent a day and a half watching the Lord of the Rings as I like to do at the beginning of each season. Immersing myself in Middle Earth helps me to deal with the “real” world, if such a thing exists. Today, I woke up, and started dealing with the “real” world right away. Remember the great evil.
I turned on Alex Jones, and listened to him covering the bail out. It astounds me how these criminals will take billions of our dollars to help themselves. Paulson, the head of the treasury, used to head up Goldman Sachs, the sole remaining big bank. How can the establishment claim that someone smoking Marijuana commits a criminal activity while they prop themselves up on our funds? I can only hope and pray that as things get worse, the public will demand an end to the war on [some] drugs.
While ruminating on this, my telephone rang. I heard an automated recording from the Government Lone Center. “Help refinance your home for around six percent. The government wants to help you! Press one for more information.” If the government wants to help us so much, then why do they take our money to help themselves?I came very close to asking them this, but knew it wouldn’t make a difference. Some guy in India doesn’t care. Twenty or so minutes later, my phone rang again. This time, I heard an automated recording for a credit debt relief center. Goddess definitely has ways of sending messages, and it felt very surreal to hear these two recordings in succession while Alex ranted in the background, my sober brain painfully recording it all.
Later, I got an email from Zogby polling, which I enjoy taking. I like to register my opinions, and to write Discordian in the ‘other” religion field. One of the questions said right out: Do you think we should have a North American Union with Canada and Mexico? It says it right there! The television told me it didn’t exist though. Goddess help us! Goddess help the US! Speaking of, watch out for Project Blue Beam. Accept no imitations!
The Parable of the Kava Root
As I noted in my last blog entry, a friend has gone in the hospital. On her twitter page, she wrote that friends are never there when you need them the most, a sentiment with which I and no doubt you can identify.
Recently, I had nothing to help me relax and enjoy the night…or so I thought. A friend brought up Kava in a conversation, and that got me thinking. For those who don’t know, Kava refers to a Hawaiian root with strong relaxant properties. I wrote the following poem years ago while under Her influence:
Kava Honey
We met
Feeling happy
Or needing to feel happy
Relaxed
Or needing to relax
Honey
Your taste numbed my lips
Your pepper prickled my throat
Your Earthen manner showed me love
Showed me myself
Content
Mellow in your presence
Relaxed in your caress
Happy in your gaze
Perfect in our image
Together
Five minutes takes a moment
The moment feels suspended
The motion feels extended
If we want to move at all
Gravity
The desire will remain
Does matter really matter
On this painful playful plain
The voice of an angel returns
Anyways, I remembered that I had a big old bag of dried Kava root lying around. Excitedly I found it, and to my delight, found that it had not lost any of its potency. Sometimes, we have a friend literally right in front of us the whole time, and just do not notice, or forget. Remember your friends!
My Brother’s Bachelor Party
I just wanted to give a little update, since I hadn’t written in
some time. Last Friday, I took off to West Virginia, to attend
my brother’s sort of bachelor party. We didn’t do anything
rowdy, unless you consider a bunch of guys drinking in a house
as such, and I don’t drink. Ok, I did have a beer and a few
sips of a drink my brother made for a toast, but I quickly
remembered why I don’t drink: because it makes me feel sick. I
prefer natural stuff, and as soon as that came out I stopped.
We had some fun bagging on the surrounding area, including the
ridiculous road names, including Wagon Train Summit, Cross
School Crossroad or something like that, and Fruit Grower’s
Road. A lot of the roads also had weird fractional names, such
as CR9/2. One guy suggested that CR could stand for County or
Country Road, which seemed logical. The fractions cracked us up
though. We figured they did it to help teach kids math. Lots of
lanes and streets also had names of people – Edith’s Lane, etc.
We saw a bunch of Sheriff signs as well. “Squeal like a pig for
me!” The super market had one aisle labeled “Nutritional Foods”
then the rest. As a vegetarian, I felt nervous, but got some
good food, including some Amy’s Organic meals, which saved the
day again! Thanks, Amy!
I had a few rough spots. On the first night turning to morning,
everyone passed out, leaving the radio blasting death metal
until 07:30 or so. Not drinking means not sleeping, and I
finally roused a common friend to help fix the problem. When I
initially went out to try to resolve it, I found a few guys
still up, the owner of the radio having a little alcohol-induced
meltdown. We tried to council him, but counseling a drunk seems
a lot like counseling a cat – they will listen and react in the
present, but don’t count on them remembering it in the future.
Later in the day, the guy fell into the fire, breaking his
glasses and cutting his nose, his face coming very close to the
flames. He made it out all right, he could have gotten very
hurt. All and all though, I didn’t let the rough spots get me
down. I went for my brother’s happiness. Don’t worry. One day,
Goddess willing, I will get my revenge by throwing my own party!
On the second night, we had fun talking politics and lighting
off fireworks. My brother actually let me light a few, and
lighting one without sight can seem very harrowing, but I trust
him. We lit them and then he helped me run away. He loves fire!
I like Roman Candles most of all, but it didn’t go off very
much, though a few others did let off some lights I could see.
The firelight blurred it out a little, but I enjoyed the light
and sound nevertheless. Firelight does have a strangely healing
property as well, and I thought about people telling stories by
the fire long before we had electricity. I also enjoyed
listening to peoples’ political views, and occasionally
interjecting my opinions. I got some support for Ron Paul,
though after staying in West Virginia I understand why it ranked
lowest in donations.
I had the most fun on the last day, when we went rafting on a
lake, though a local informed us that they call it a pond around
those parts. Whatever, we could float rafts on it, so that
seemed good enough for us. Unfortunately, I got badly
sunburned. I felt feverish as soon as I came home, and a friend
from the southwest with experience quickly set my paranoid
concerns of picking up some virus from the lake to rights. I
drank water, I used aloe gel and Solarcaine, and I rested a lot.
Now I feel pretty much back to normal. My scalp also itched for
a time, and I wondered if I picked up some mutant West Virginian
head lice, but my Mom, who acted as head head lice inspecter at
our local school, determined that the itching just came from
gnat bites, which also makes sense. Both of my concerns seemed
justified however. “Where did [your brother's friend] find this
place, anyway?” “We asked him that the whole time.” Oh yes, and
how could I forget the sulfur water? We all reacted with
disgust, though did get strangely used to it. My Sport Berkey
came in so much handy, and sure enough it worked to filter out
the stink. They had to get bottled water. I offered my bottle,
but that received mainly ridicule. “I don’t want your hippy
crap.” said one guy. I drank better water than they did though,
most likely. At least it didn’t sit in a warehouse for six
months. Also, my brother has a degree in structural engineering,
and brought a friend with the same, and they had oodles of fun
commenting on the house in which we stayed, besides the sulfur
water, about which we had many animated discussions. “These
columns will rust through.” “Whatever,” my brother responded,
“They’re not important. They only hold the house up.” After the
ordeal, my brother said to me that he hoped I had fun, or at the
least a memorable time. I promise I definitely will never forget
this time, and did also have some fun. We can’t blame the lake
for the sunburn, or the fact that certain people through a
certain m-90 into it.
I may or may not do a show tomorrow night, I have to get back
into the news, getting articles etc. I missed a lot. Also, a
friend of mine went into the hospital for reasons unknown,
though I can hazard a guess. Send her good vibes! My brother’s
wedding happens next Saturday, with the rehearsal the night
before, so I will not do a show next week, but I’ll definitely
have some things to report. I feel glad to see him getting
married to a girl he loves.