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I make comments sometimes because there is no other way sometimes.  

Politico article on teabagger failure:
There is room for a third and fourth party in this country, but there will be a price to pay in terms of political sanity, especially since we do not have good information nor a decent press.  Remember, ala the supremes, it's "People" vs. "Corporation/People" now and the teabag types are getting the press that is owned by the corporation types and we all wonder why.  Maybe teabaggers aren't doing so well because they aren't really People, but Corporate stooges, otherwise why would your rag or the wapo/nyt rag cover them?  My logic is unassailable.

BTW, where was the MSM when there were millions of us marching against the Iraq war?  THAT was a movement but instead, you wanted a war, so thanks, myopic media, for NOT giving us OUR teabag coverage when it could have made all the difference in the world.  Makes you think Corporation people want actual People to die in unfunded wars in which Corporations make money without paying taxes.

Yes, both parties are corrupt or ineffective and something is going to change although I doubt that even amurkins are stupid enough to go with an (R) again.  I'm trying to forget that we barely lived through 43 for two stolen terms so look out (D)'s, look out world, we MIGHT be that stupid again but I sincerely hope not.

We would be wise to plan for anarchy as the last, best scenario because that indicates intelligent involvement by the citizenry while at the moment, small nut job teabagger groups are meant to represent all of us that are fed up with the sick society we have built in what could have been the best Union on earth.  Teabaggers DO NOT represent all the discontent and revolutionary fervor stirring up out here, THAT I know.

Tipping point

the timing is based on some cost equation?  i am a consumer but for now, the tipping point is death.  everything short of that, including the gross unfairness of it all, i have to let it ALL be itself.  Letting it be is a song that does not mean being afraid or giving up.  i will battle fear until i'm faced with my Last Breath but right now i head to the hospital for a visit with a grand daughter, Jeannette, who is taking her time healing and she's only 14.  No tipping point here, she is just taking her time.

i have to stop watching bloomberg.  less tv and more cspan, ay?  We have to have a public option or our People die even more so than usual.  Not sure if our birth rate can keep up, not sure if it matters.

My tipping point is getting close, how about you?

If you pray, think of Jeannette Jim today.

Kuut Nuu ("I don't know")

A sister friend and I hosted a tradish tobacco information seminar for a group of teachers a long while back.  When we started, we knew nothing, so we faked it by cobbling together the memories we both had of doing ceremonies with tobacco as a medicine but neither one of us remembers it being a cure for anything.  It is a strong medicine for sure, mainly because when you screw with it, it kills you.  No wonder we mixed it with other things when we did do it recreationally back in The Day.  Later, when tobacco was mixed with crazy chemicals, The People died of cancer just like everyone else.  Still, there are some who live fine, belying everyone's warnings of death by bad habit.  Why?  Don't know.

Kuut Nuu (the BIG "I don't know"), something we all hate with a passion, Uncertainty that boggles the heart and soul.  No one ever wants to admit they know nothing, why is that?

We decided at the last minute to encapsulate our experience with a wish, a Want given to the great unknown.  We asked each Teacher to take a scrap of paper, write on it and give the tobacco to it as an offering.  The end result was a bag of words wrapped in tobacco.  All these years later I have unpacked them and decided to burn those offerings once in a while and write those words here.  

"communication"
"patience"

Wow, that stuff is strong.  I did it to the four directions in the only way I have ever seen and I will do that until all the Wants are done.  After that, Kuut Nuu.

transitions

I stood over my mom and wished she would die.  My niece joked about using a pillow over her face just to get it over with.  She was scared but she gave everything of herself to all those who visited her at St. Joseph's Hospital. 
There is nothing more mysterious than life and death.  
wall street is simply stupendous greed and watching (on CSPAN of course) the money masters of the universe try to explain their actions only makes me sad now.  When anyone says the phrase "move or moving forward" I gag.  We are only bags of need, wanting so much to know how to live life and no one has the answers.  

now things have to change, everyone is an orphan in the end.