Proving Innocence or Craziness?

Not for nothing but this is a pretty good show....

Political corruption stories don't get any better than the one that erupted about the alleged machinations of Governor Rod Blagojevich of Illinois. The quotation-filled 76-page complaint - put your slippers on, make yourself a cup of cocoa and take the time to read the whole thing - reads like a gripping if slightly outlandish film plot. Obamaland will make much of prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald's statement that "we make no allegations that he [Barack Obama] was aware of anything". But this could turn out to be very bad news for the president. Here's why:

The Next 100 Years: George Friedman

In his long-awaited and provocative new book (Release date: January 27, 2009), George Friedman turns his eye on the future -- offering a lucid, highly readable forecast of the changes we can expect around the world during the 21st century. He explains where and why future wars will erupt (and how they will be fought), which nations will gain and lose economic and political power, and how new technologies and cultural trends will alter the way we live in the new century.

The Next 100 Years draws on a fascinating exploration of history and geopolitical patterns dating back hundreds of years. Friedman shows that we are now, for the first time in half a millennium, at the dawn of a new era—with changes in store, including:

The U.S.-Jihadist war will conclude—replaced by a second full-blown Cold War with Russia.

China will undergo a major extended internal crisis, and Mexico will emerge as an important world power.

A new global war will unfold toward the middle of the century between the United States and an unexpected coalition from Eastern Europe, Eurasia and the Far East, but armies will be much smaller and wars less deadly.

Technology will focus on space—both for major military uses and for a dramatic new energy resource that will have radical environmental implications.

The United States will experience a Golden Age in the second half of the century.

Verbal Manure...

I am waiting for the color blue to arrive any day. I was told it would sneak up on me and come in many disguises - and here I am with cream on my face and a gut ball the size of Texas in my stomach. Blue is here - it is all around me and I didn't really see it coming - it was like a thick fog that snuck up on me in the dark. Everything around me was dark - so where was that blue? Everything was black, black like the Africa of my soul - - so where could I have detected the blue? I wander now through the corridors of my mind - I open up all these doors and I see nothing but emptiness and blank white space. Each door resembles the next -but somehow I am led to believe in hope. "Hope and Change." "Hope and Change." "Hope and Change" - like some bull shit pile of verbal manure. It stinks, it smolders, it permeates every thing. It shouts-out and it barks. It wriggles on the ground - writhing and clenching itself in its own gut -in its preverbal gut.

A Sweet Little Baby Elephant...

The Importance Of A Well Watered Lawn

The red hair piece leapt from his scalp and landed on the floor and writhed on the ground - alive with frustration - he kicked it until the hair bled - then succumbing to his wild impulses - he tore off his shirt, climbed up a tree and yelled as loud as he could - atop the branches - into the neighboring hills and beyond - that he was afraid of the dark, afraid of his shadow, afraid of his mother's oven, his brothers bike, his fathers imaginary friends, and his sisters arm chair. There is nothing in his mind any more. All has left - so he tires from his perch- slithers down the tree and slumps lower than the roots of the grass in his well watered lawn.

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Dr. Pill, I mean Dr. Phil

I was just sitting on the bed, because my back is out again, and I was flipping through the channels on the tele when I found Dr. Pill, I mean Dr. Phil   with his bald head perched on his neck,  sitting in a straight back chair,  flanked by two brown couches with guests Ann Coulter and Alan Colmes sitting opposite each other -  and boy the bantering couldn't get more appalling. Appalling because of Dr. Phil has somehow inserted himself into the mix with politicos,  and is now bringing saggy idealism into the droll, daytime freak/talk show arena.  His show today was titled " President Obama: Hope vs. Reality."   Now I know the next four years are going to be a card board cut out version of real life.