Let's blow off some steam and rawk, shall we? \m/

What a week. I've been stalking my elected officials by phone on the health care debate/debacle in the US and A. Phone calls and emails before work, work all day, catch up on the news after work. Fall asleep with "A Feast for Crows" open on my lap.  Dealing with some...stuff. Health related. Anyway, I'm feeling a bit beat up.

I have to say I'm greatly inspired by the brave citizens of Iran. Will Americans have the guts to take it to the street when it's proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that our Congress is bought and paid for by the Medical Industrial Complex? To be honest, probably not.  But one can always hope and do what they can.  

Tonight is for blowing off some steam. What's the use in having the privilege of doing something if you never do it, eh? Let's fucking RAWK, old-school Micheal Schenker style.  I'm halfway into a bottle of Shiraz/Malbec - cheers, y'all.  Try to have a good weekend.  Add your Schenker or 6 degrees of Schenker vids in the comments.  Lights Out!

More under the fold!

Poem for the rooftops of Iran.

Tonight the shouts grow louder.
Allah-o Akbar.
Watch this video. With subtitles. Transcript below.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Tomorrow is a day of destiny.

Tonight, the cries of Allah-o Akbar are heard louder and louder than the nights before.

Where is this place? Where is this place where every door is closed? Where is this place where people are simply calling God? Where is this place where the sound of Allah-o Akbar gets louder and louder?

I wait every night to see if the sounds will get louder and whether the number increases. It shakes me. I wonder if God is shaken.

Where is this place that where so many innocent people are entrapped? Where is this place where no one comes to our aid? Where is this place that only with our silence we are sending our voices to the world? Where is this place that the young shed blood and then people go and pray -- standing on that same blood and pray. Where is this place where the citizens are called vagrants?

Where is this place? You want me to tell you? This place is Iran. The homeland of you and me.
This place is Iran.

Cheating on the 100 mile diet challenge...

We have been watching the show, The 100 mile challenge.

Basically it is a "reality" show, where families in Mission BC decide to eat only foods that are produced within a 100 mile radius of where they live.
It is an interesting to watch, as we have been trying to buy more locally produced foods...and failing miserably.

I think coffee would be the biggest stumbling block if we went cold turkey in this house. We only purchase three items to drink, coffee, juice and milk. 

2FF......I'm a killa!




Hellllllllllllpppppppppppppppppp meeeeeeeeeeeeee!


I smacked a couple flies and some mosquitoes today.


The group People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals wants the flyswatter in
chief to try taking a more humane attitude the next time he's bedeviled by a fly
in the White House.

PETA is sending President Barack Obama a Katcha Bug Humane Bug Catcher, a
device that allows users to trap a house fly and then release it outside.

"We support compassion even for the most curious, smallest and least
sympathetic animals," PETA spokesman Bruce Friedrich said Wednesday. "We believe
that people, where they can be compassionate, should be, for all animals."

Does anyone at PETA have even the smallest grasp on reality?

File under: Stoopid.


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