somewhere over the rainbow

Over the rainbow yesterday
there was a sunday
that was bright
and when I had to wear sunglasses
because the sun hurt my eyes
instead to hide the tears
for the death
of security for my generation.

Over the rainbow yesterday
there was saturdays and other mondays
where we didn't tense up
as planes flew over us
as common as birds
and planes crashing into towers
and pentagons
were cheesy plots in awful books
and b rated movies.

Over the rainbow yesterday
there was thursdays and fridays
where reruns were on tv
and I got annoyed
when i couldn't find a decent song on the radio
and when i wasnt tuned into one station
to hear the latest details
of death, carnage, and terror.

Over the rainbow yesterday
Pearl Harbor
was the highest of disaster
and we were all still innocent.

Over the rainbow yesterday,
freedom was a unspoken morale beauty
that you wouldn't dare tarnish.

I am a lost child.

Someday I wish upon a wish a star, wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where trouble melts like lemon drops, high above the chimeney tops is where you'll find me. Somewhere Over the rainbow, blue birds fly. and the dream that you dared to go, oh why oh why can't i?

God Bless America. My Home Sweet Home.

these times they are a changing

We could go to war.

I don't want too. I would protest.
I simply want the responsible caught and put to justice. I dont want another million to die..no matter how joyous they dance and cheer and hold up their flags and how much they enjoy the taste of our death.

I have never rejoiced in death. You would think, they would feel something for the death of a fellow human being. Ignore the fact of what color are skin tone is, who we percieve as god, what country we come from, what language we speak, think for a second if YOUR family died, your freedom was lost..I'm sure they know. so how can they jeer and mock us?

We are all human. We are all Human. We are all Human.

If nothing else, I take comfort, that maybe they might come to a more final justice. not god but maybe fate. I dunno. I just don't understand how anyone can say "bulls eye" to so much death..

We are all human.

feels like a waking limb

Well i woke up still feeling disgusted.
i walked around and eventually went back into my bed and layed there listening to the radio broadcast. but around noon, i couldnt do it anymore. I hate moping and hiding from the world. So i got up, came online, and tried to stay away from all the coverage.

Then i read an article evan posted. In the article, the guy wrote about playing golf. At first, i was shocked but then it clicked. He wasnt giving into terrorism. He was going on with his life.

So that is wot i figured. I refuse to moap and be depressed. Life goes on and so will I. Of course, its horrible but I will no longer hide. I refuse to give into the terror that was the entire reason for all the madness yesterday. I am going to do other things, go to the doctor so i can rid of this cold. For i can feel it is getting worse. I hate being sick and being in limbo about life.

I know brian is fine. He is in delware. It was too early for him to be out celebrating. If he was out drinking the night before, no way in hell he would have been up by 9 am.

Yesterday was his 21st bd.

I will go out and buy that purse i want at my work. its from a company called "Hobo International." hehe. i dig that..its so cool.

Anyway, i'm off, back into my brave new world.

stolen from kyuusai

The Americans by Gordon Sinclair
As read on 98 Rock and aquired from HERE

a speech made in the 70s by a Canadian:

Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the congressional Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the
most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth.

Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of
the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and
forgave other billions in debts.

None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining
debts to the United States.

When the franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans
who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in
to help.

This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes.
Nobody helped.

The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into
discouraged countries.

Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent,
warmongering Americans.

I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the
erosion of the United States Dollar build its own airplane.

Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing
Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas10?

If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines
except Russia fly American Planes?

Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on
the moon?

You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios.

You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles.

You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon-not
once, but several times-and safely home again.

You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store
window for everybody to look at.

Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on
our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws,
are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down
through age, it was the American who rebuilt them.

When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke,
nobody loaned them an old caboose.

Both are still broke.

I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other
people in trouble.

Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble?

I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.

Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned
tired of hearing them get kicked around.

They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they
do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating
over their present troubles.

I hope Canada is not one of those.

two weeks w/o my lover

I went to the doctor when my mom came home.

I've got a sinus/ear infection.

Then we went to sears to get clothes and much needed underwear.

I bought 2 pairs of pants for work, a pair of shorts for 3.75, and 2 shirts.

I always try to buy hanes her way hi cut undies. but grr..they didnt have any. So i bought 3 pairs of hi cut satin undies. one is turquoise color, the other with flame designs on it (hehe) and the other blue with cool designs on it. I also bought a sleep tank top that is blue with the words, "night night" in the chest area. and pajama bottoms that are beige with little dogs with angel wings and a halo all over them. im wearing them now.

I feel so so so cute:-)

Well i'm about to go study.