Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.
The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.
From left to right: Lulu, Yellowy, Pecky, Aphrodite, Artemis, Ginger.
Having chickens has really shown what a lie a lot of the anti-proposition 2 propaganda is. These guys move. Our yard is moderate size. They have the run of the back yard, which is about half of the quarter acre lot we are on, and they are all over it, rarely sitting down during the day.
Being a goofball is bad for your campaign:
I find that sad.
Pictures like that make me like the man more, though it certainly doesn't change my vote. Unfortunately, it really doesn't seem to me that the "real" McCain is running. The saddest part of our electoral system is that it turns people into something else entirely.
I also find it amusing that in 2000, we were told that Gore lost because he appeared cold and emotionless to Bush's "regular guy" while now we are told that Obama is winning because he is calm and rational where McCain is erratic.
There's the real reasons, and there's the reason that the pundit class assigns for the results. Personally, I think a lot of what is going on is that Rove wasn't a genius, it was just that the Rovian campaign dovetailed with events in 2000 and 2004. Now the winds have swung the other way and what used to be the path to victory is now the road to defeat.
The real question is: is Obama a genius who correctly scented to true path to victory or is he just lucky. It's hard to arguing against the idea that he's been a lucky bastard over the last ten years.
I also thing that it is wrong to assign blame to the McCain campaign for the increasingly angry rhetoric coming from a certain segment on the right. The pendulum is swinging mighty hard. We are looking at a real electoral majority the likes of which we haven't seen in a generation. The people on the losing end sense that, and don't like it one bit.
There is an email message from work that is going to make Monday suck. Fortunately, I never check my work email at home, so I have no idea it is there.
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