Sunday, March 23, 2008
303 days, 1 hours, 41 minutes, 3.1 seconds
What she really wants is that electrician from Rhode Island. The one her father-in-law taught everything he knew. Call it a debt of gratitude. It's not love, but call it admiration. She's already booked a suite at the Oriental, down the hall from where Bush stays. She wants to be lying naked on top of the covers. She wants him to rush in and rape her. She wants to feel every wire he’s got piercing her. She wants to be scarred. It doesn’t make any difference how old or clean he is. Just so he’s from Rhode Island. And then she wants him to brag to everyone.
303 days, 1 hours, 54 minutes, 1 seconds
Why the hell was she stupid enough to leave him on that ventillator? Bastard.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
304 days, 10 hours, 48 minutes, 46 seconds
No question that the enemy has tried to spread sectarian violence. They use violence as a tool to do that.
304 days, 11 hours, 2 minutes, 3.1 seconds
The day after Good Friday.
What’s so good?
A few years ago, driving to Queens to teach, she got trapped behind a Good Friday parade on Third Ave. All the side streets were closed off. This was before she had a cell phone, so she pulled over at two pay phones and called the senior center, asking them to tell people she was on her way, caught behind some stupid parade, to please wait.
Her husband says it wasn’t a parade, it was the Stations of the Cross.
What’s so good?
A few years ago, driving to Queens to teach, she got trapped behind a Good Friday parade on Third Ave. All the side streets were closed off. This was before she had a cell phone, so she pulled over at two pay phones and called the senior center, asking them to tell people she was on her way, caught behind some stupid parade, to please wait.
Her husband says it wasn’t a parade, it was the Stations of the Cross.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
310 days, 10 hours, 45 minutes, 51 seconds
See, in my line of work you got to keep repeatng things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda.
311 days, 12 hours, 18 minutes, 44 seconds
She wants to throw the basket out, but his brother convinces her to keep it.
311 days, 12 hours, 24 minutes, 23 seconds
For his 65th birthday, two aunts gave him baskets of candy.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
312 days, 1 hours, 35 minutes, 2 seconds
This Backwards Bush online site is totally uncordinated with all her keycains and calendars. Even the number of days is different.
314 days, 11 hours, 10 minutes, 32 seconds
She wakes with almost as much energy as testerday. Takes quick notes for a poem. Gets in and out of the cab herself. The physical therapist scans her body, attacking muscle after muscle. Crushing.
315 days, 2 hours, 35 minutes, 40 seconds
The march to war hurt the economy. Laura reminded me of that a while ago, that remember what was on the TV sceens – she calls me, ‘George W.– ‘George W.’ I call her, ‘First Lady,’ No.anyway – she said, we said, march to war on our TV screen.
317 days, 9 hours, 25 minutes, 49 seconds
They didn’t think we were a nation that could conceivably sacrifice for something greater than our self; that we were soft, that were so self-absorbed and so materialistic that we wouldn’t defend anything we believed in. My, were they wrong. They just were reading the wrong magazine or watching the wrong Jerry Springer show.
320 days, 23 hours, 27minutes, 11seconds
Citing “insufficient evidence,” top EPA officials in the Bush administration refused to raise the annual standard for fine particles of soot, which penetrate deep into the lungs and are believed to contribute to the deaths of tens of thousands of Americans each year.
324 days, 6 hours, 2 minutes, 7 seconds
Anyway, I’m so thankful, and so gracious – I’m gracious that my brother Jeb is concerned about the hemisphere as well.
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