I fought for this guy for almost two years.

I spent over a grand on him.

The fighting and money were not easy to come by, but I knew the alternative would kill us all.

Sounds extreme, I suppose, but I mean it. 

Now that he's there I want him to concentrate on what he needs to concentrate on.  But I want the DOJ to investigate the war crimes.  I want the people who need to be working on this work on it. 

I don't blame Obama for backing off and I don't even blame him for the continued wire tapping if he's so inclined, but he'd better send me an email before I go all sexy on my honey in the middle of the night via cell phone and Obama'd better put his henchmen's earphones on.

I guess what I'm saying is I'm a little disappointed in my man tonight.  And he'd better talk to his henchmen in the DOJ and let them do their investigating.  Cuz Cheney and Bush et al need to be questioned. 

I have a lot of questions for them.  1.  Would you like to be waterboarded?  2.  What do you consider the Geneva Convention to have accomplished.  3.  Are you proud of America?  4.  WTF is wrong with you????!!!

You can add your question 5.  I'm too busy beating Cheney with his pacemaker.

 

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Happy Friday!!

Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it.  I myself don't, but I don't mind that you do, and I hope you don't mind that I don't.  

I can say that today I chatted with a number of my good friends, including my mother, who just recently joined TPM and has already made her own good friends, and I got a lot done around the house, and was able to open all the windows and freshen the place up a bit once the wind died down, and for all that alone, I'm grateful.

Just now I ventured out for the first time today, into my neighborhood, to go schlep some household items from the deli, and I saw and did things that made me smile and feel content.

I saw families standing out on the street, gabbing with each other while their kids played on bikes.  I saw a father teaching his daughter how to ride one.  I saw people dressed in their Sunday best gathering outside Yvonne's Southern Cuisine restaurant around the corner (their food is to die for, by the way, if you're ever in Pelham).  I saw lots of water main and sewer construction on 5th, the main strip, and was glad to see my town is finally realizing that my part of it (on the, ahem, "poor" side of Pelham, if there is one) is a flood zone and they are finally doing something about it.  Last year during one of our worst rainfalls, all my neighbors down the hill lost TONS of furniture and treasured belongings in their basements.  

I saw lots of trash littering the sidewalk and curb and couldn't help myself, I just had to start picking it up, one by one, even though I didn't have a bag to put it in.  When my hands got full, I kept making more room.  Piano hands come in handy, heh.  I picked it all up even though people were looking at me funny, and I dropped it all into the garbage can outside my deli and then turned around and smiled at strangers, wanting to take a bow and say, "See how freakin' easy it is?"

I then went inside the store and chatted with the locals and let someone with more groceries than I get in line in front of me.

And all the way home I soaked up the warm sun and mild wind and thought, "Maybe I'm not religious and don't believe in the Resurrection, but I sure feel resurrected right now."

Bless you everybody if you feel the same.   And can I get an amen?

Love ya,
Lis