Anger Management

So. With Shrub's popularity dropping off faster than a Chippendale dancer with STDs, it seems like people are starting to see the light. The light that shows on the bodies of hundreds of thousands of wardead in 1raq as well as thew thousands of our own beloved daughters and sons that have returned in boxes and mangled bodies.

Yes, freedom isn't free, but it's not our goddamn freedom that we're fighting for. We're already free. Free to discharge the poor directly into Skid Row. Free to purchase bigger vehicles that fuel the warmachine. Free to think that Pari$ Hilton's fate actually is tied into our own. Free to shop at WalMart and fund anti-human Commun1st Ch1na. Free to try to get medical care that is affordable~ hey, you don't want your doctor to drive a fucking Ford, for christ's sake.

The shit is fucked up. Add to that, that there are a lot of people that I love that are dead and dying right fucking now. Yet another funeral Saturday to attend. These are the things that keep the ol' AngryWoofDog on edge. Gotta find some cool mountain water to wash myself in, find some purpose or meaning to all of the changes. Guess that there doesn't really have to be one, though.....

Pawsing and Learning to Live Again

Not much going on today..... It was a birthday lunch for one of my co-workers here at DaS WerkPlace. Went to PF Chang's~ decent food, horrible price. Someone at my table ordered wonton-covered deep fried chocolate sticks that are dipped in peanut butter caramel sauce and then rolled in toffee. That has got to be the most fattening dessert on the planet.

Speaking of planets, looks like we are looming ever-closer to destroying this one. Last time I checked, we weren't quite colonising outside of our precious atmosphere. I am speaking about the looming problems with Mama Russia, 1ran, Iraq, and the environment in general.

Okie, gotta go help someone with Chinese visa stuff. Whoo, this post is full of red flags today.

Ciao.