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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Periodic brain dump

Had some wild dreams last night amidst a long winter's nap. In one of them, I was walking into some sort of large-room event with Hillary. She kept smiliing, and I kept smiling. Although I don't ever want to vote for her, just being that close to celebrity must have been what made me keep beaming.

She gave me a small round sticker that said "HRC" on it, and told me it would enable me to enjoy good seating in her section. I gave it back to her -- stuck it on her lapel, actually, right below an identical sticker that she was wearing. I told her that I wanted to remain neutral because of the blog.

Then she introduced me to a member of her entourage. I turned around and gave a nice handshake to Lady Bird Johnson.

Whoa.

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Hillary and Lady Bird? Can Helen Thomas be far behind?

I had vivid dreams last night, too.

Bushbutchery comes marching, (Hillary is in the front ranks), and the atrocity, desecration, can only be stopped when we abolish 'CIA/NSA/FBI,' abolish 'Homeland Security.'

Notice your pulse hesitate when you read and re-read that -- showing your fear is of them, not a fear of the 'awful enemy' from which they lie in pretense of shielding America. Judge yourself, your pulse, for yourself.


Just abolish 'shrooms and your pulse will slow down all by itself.

Yes, but life would be much less interesting.

Ya gotta cut out those late night coffee drinks Jack.....the caffeine will do that to ya!

I don't do caffeine. I attribute this particular dream to stir-fry leftovers with sweet chili sauce.

Tylenol PM always gives me crazy dreams but I don't think I can match that one.

Jack,
You should have stopped and talked to Lady Bird. She would have said "Hillary has the party machinery churning for her. But that's not want you want, dear. You want the most intelligent candidate, the one that will bring about real change, the one that's not in bed with an Ftroop of special interests, you want Obama." Then, she would have given you some hot milk and put you to bed.

There were two other women standing next to Lady Bird, who was on her own right as she faced me. They could have been Linda Bird and Lucy Baines, but I was too awestruck to look.

i had a dream the other night that had Cleveland playing New England in next year's Super Bowl with NE winning 10-3 in the 2nd qtr.

Hmmmmm....

What is it with dreams about Hillary lately? You're the third or fourth person I've read who's had a Hillary dream. We Obamaites seem to be sleeping much better with our decision.

Just a thought.

Obamaites

Didn't Moses kill all you guys?

Hillary.

Dream?

Man, that just don't add up!

"Obamaites" - you know, those folks who believe in a guy who is this generation's version of 'a-chicken-in-every-pot'. The man is painfully short on details, but whatever you want, he'll promise it - jobs, lower taxes for poor and middle class, higher taxes on wealthy and corporations, free health care, affordable housing, solving CO2 emission problems. You name the problem and what you think the solution should be and he'll agree with you. The man is so clueless it's laughable, pick one of the problem/his solution from above and he either has no way to fund it or his idea is virtually unworkable. The problems that his 'solutions' generate are ... incredible, the man is scary. The problem is that Hillary isn't as clueless but is just as worthless. As much as I dislike him, I'll be voting for McCain over uber-socialist (Obama) or socialist (Hillary).

I can't remember the contenders populating my dreams recently. But since I moved east, I have had some with an interesting combination of characters: One night I dreamt my college roomate from the 70s and Jack Bog were building a playground. That one also featured my mother and various friendly space aliens, of the sort my subconscious may have borrowed from the bar scene in Star Wars, except for one who resembled a yellow Norelco cordless razor.

Then I have a recurring dream about a guy I meet on a bus or train and keep trying to find. I can't tell if he is anyone I know because he is wearing Groucho Marx glasses and nose.

I wish you had seen Eleanor Roosevelt too. Then you could have asked her if Hillary was lying about that whole channeling bit.




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