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Never again. That's my answer to those who suggest the "right" thing to do is vote for the lesser of evils. There are no lesser evils. There are simply two brands of evil, both of which will control the populace if given the opportunity. It will look different, but a vote for either major candidate is a vote for expanding tyranny.
In one ring, we have those who want us all to fork over our rights to avert "climate change." When I was a kid, the prevailing climate fear mongering was that we were heading toward the next ice age and we were all going to freeze to death. Now they're telling us we're going to boil over. Incidentally, it was when the world cooled that we had major disaster; remember the Dark Ages? Anyway, since it's a such a travesty that the climate is changing (isn't that always the case?), I'm supposed to give up my incandescent light bulbs. Incandescents, by the way, turn on immediately, offer more flattering light, and coincidentally (???) have a much lower profit margin for GE, one of the companies who lobbied for the change because . . . they're so concerned about the environment. Isn't that sweet? So yeah, let's all save the planet by making everyone buy fluorescents and help GE make a profit while we're at it.
In the other corner, we have the 9-11 fear mongers. They have expanded Big Brother like I never dreamed possible prior to the big, bad day. The Patriot Act rendered our constitutional liberties worthless. It's all in the name of protecting us though, so that's supposed to make it okay.
Our forefathers warned us about people who would promise us security in exchange for small losses in liberty, but as far as I can tell we didn't hear a thing they said and are diving in head first.
So this time I am a one issue voter: FREEDOM. This November I will not hold my nose as I vote, and I will not walk away from the voting booth ashamed. If I must write in my candidate, so be it. Both major candidates promise to protect from different villains, but their promises will go up in smoke, along with our liberties. I was fooled before, but not again. If I must, I will go down with this ship. There can be no more compromise or there will be no more freedom to give: Go RON PAUL 2008.
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| Posted by Hannah Jordan at | | | |
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In one of the opening scenes of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Andy Anderson's friend doesn't show up to work because she's been dumped for the umpteenth time. Andy brings a cashmere sweater and a coffee to the friend's apartment, opens her blinds, gives her a pep talk and gets her back in the game and on her way to work.
In thinking about popular shows (Seinfeld, Friends, Sex and the City, etc.), friends are like that. They barge into each other's lives and mess with each others' programs. This morning as I was lying in bed in my clothes from the night before at an hour too embarrassing to mention, I wondered if anyone has real friends like that. I had a kitchen full of dishes, a pile of work looming over me and my daughter sighing bored moans. Andy Anderson would have been a welcome sight.
Don't get me wrong, I have great friends, but I don't know anyone who has friendships like that. I can't be the only one who thinks that sounds appealing. Why else would that be such a popular storyline?
We could be and have friends on par with SATC, etc. - I'm sure of it. And if I paid attention to the needs around me of those I care about, I know it would motivate me to get my own butt in gear. All it would take is truly listening to one another and being willing to take risks. Those mythical people have nothing on us: The people I know are just as flawed, ridiculous, talented and funny as the rest of them.
Anyone need Caribou tomorrow?
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| Posted by Hannah Jordan at | | | |
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I don't know about you, but occasionally I leave my garage door open after I hit the hay. Maybe I'm tired; maybe I want to air it out. Who knows why? It's my property and no one is welcome inside unless I've invited them. This is America, after all, land of private property rights.
Or so I thought. Apparently some Lakeville, Minnesota cops disagree. Last week Troy Wolde left his garage door open overnight. Two police officers noticed, let themselves into his home and woke him up by banging on his walls at three o'clock in the morning. Why? Just a friendly reminder not to leave his doors unlocked.
How thoughtful. It feels so good to live in a country where police don't do unreasonable searches without probable cause that a crime has been committed. Lakeville must be way too boring.
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| Posted by Hannah Jordan at | | | |
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Well, my dream candidate has arrived. Looks like I'm not the only excited one. Last time I checked on meetup.com there were 89,000 members of Ron Paul meetups across the country so far. Compare that with the candidates in second place: Mike Huckabee and John Kerry have about 7100 members.
Last night several dozen supporters with two big banners and a drummer braved the cold streets of Minneapolis for a New Year's Eve rally for our man Ron Paul. It was fun and cold. There were lots of cheers and honks, with occasional jeers. A smaller group of us stood behind Don Shelby at WCCO's 10pm newscast, waving our signs and cheering. Shelby appeared annoyed and they closed the shade. All the negative attention just seemed to encourage us though. When I saw the irritated face of a newsman in the window, I was filled with amusement. Then a cute blonde woman behind me smiled at him and he warmed and smiled in return, a scene which seemed apropos in Revolution fashion.
Grassroots as it is, the official campaign seems to gravitate to cheeseball ads, but there are some great ads on YouTube that can now be supported independently. Here's one that can't be, but worth checking out:
I showed that one to my mom (a baby boomer) and she loved it. However, there are a few in this series that can be supported. They're great too, although not as gritty or succinct:
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| I decided that, like Picasso, I'm going through my blue period. The world and the policymakers in it have been nothing but getting on my nerves lately. The good news in this nomenclature is that blue periods by definition are only snippets in time, i.e. they MUST be temporary.
After Mark ran for office a second time I went through a blissful period of apathy, due to a combination of fatigue and hopelessness. Reports would come to me of stupid things politicians in DC and here in the Minnesota capital were doing and I would laugh ... |
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| Growing up, my dad would repeat the cliché, "If you aren't a liberal [socialist] when you're young you've got no heart." He didn't finish the quote because he's still a socialist and I'm not sure if he considers himself old either. In any case, as a libertarian I've been called selfish and heartless, and as a bleeding-heart libertarian, I'm here to set the record straight. |
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| In 1992, 32-year old Mart Laar became the prime minister of Estonia. At the time the former Soviet state had 1000% inflation, was corrupt and poor.
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| Recently it dawned on me that Superman wasn't rich. Sure, he had his Fortress of Solitude, but let's face it, it was sparce. He could have used a little help from Martha Stewart there.
The thing that surprised me is that he could have been. He could have capitalized on his powers and made himself one wealthy SOB. |
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| Then last night my husband came up with a great idea - why can't women just deliver eggs? A woman would feel a little tickle inside, squat and then ploop - out comes the egg. Your body is saved all kinds of torture and then couples could just take turns sitting on it until it hatches. No abortions necessary, either. Don't want your egg? Don't hatch it. |
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| When I first saw this scene - where Forrest proposed to Jenny - well, my heart went out to her. I mean, really, Forrest was nice and all, but who could look past that slow speech and developmental disability? How could she love him back?
Then one day, it dawned on me. |
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