Year: 2002
The Booing at Wellstone’s Funeral
Posted on November 7, 2002 in Citizenship Courage & Activism
The Democrats can win if they validate the just anger that people feel about the stolen election, the war against our will, and other follies of the Bush Administration.
Dream
Posted on November 7, 2002 in Dreams
I dreamed that the last jerk I worked for was in my house. He walked up and taunted me. I felt angry and powerful: I pounded him in the chest.
I woke instantly and found my fist hanging in the air over my wife’s sleeping body.
Day of the Dead 5
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Festivals Photos
“Of course the Dalai Lama came to mind. We couldn’t, of course, use him because he was still alive. So someone suggested that we use his predecessor. But then we remembered he’s supposed to be reincarnated. So technically, he’s still alive.”
A Clockwork Kitty
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Cats
Tracy’s at my feet, belching mews like a ticking clock.
The Manatee Thinks of that Swim….
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Pointers Whimsies
After reading Crazy Tracy’s blog, maybe swimming out to sea isn’t such a stupid idea?
The Manatee Speaks from the Bottom
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Blogging
Thank you for your comments: they cheer me. Thank you for your links whether you put them on the first page or on the last: they help me find a few more people like you.
A Waver of the Hand
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Elections
God damn it, Democrats. Where was the get out the vote?
It’s the lack of Vision, Stupid!
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Citizenship
People flooded to the support of the late Paul Wellstone when he put his fears of defeat aside and voted his conscience. They respected his courage. Wellstone had a program. The rest of the Party seems like a bunch of nodding dummies.
I did my duty
Posted on November 6, 2002 in Liberals & Progressives
What the Democrats seem to lack is a sense of unity and purpose against a media machine. I fear many will give up now.
Day of the Dead 4
Posted on November 5, 2002 in Festivals Photos
When the priest and his entourage entered the restaurants where the tourists munched on Mexican specialities which were carefully decontaminated of chilis, I wouldn’t be surprised if they thought he’d come to deliver extreme unction.
