We have a stimulus package.
President Obama and the Democrats in Congress worked out an historic piece of legislation to begin to get America off of Reagan/Bush/Bush economics, hopefully forever.
The time for big, bad government is over. The time for smart people running the nation is now. We tried it in 1992 and we just weren’t ready for it. Now there is the Internet and the mainstream Press just couldn't cover the shit up fast enough.
Welcome to the 21st century, America!
Of course those few Republican fools who are still walking around, zombie-like with the life support system of the Press keeping them alive have managed to cause some trouble.
Let’s all remember in 2012, Representative John Boehner (R-OH) throwing the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act on floor in Congress. Let’s remember that image.
We have a long way to go. Republicans have been in power such a long time that some of them are actually Democrats. Republicanism is going to go down fighting, but it has to go down if America is to rise back up off its knees.
Republicans are so full of hate; they have no other policy or principle guiding them. They hate America and want to destroy it. Their policies and actions have proven that. So be warned, Republicans are the enemy of the state…wherever they are, not just in the halls of congress, but on TV and the radio and in print or in schools and the workplace. Beware Republicans.
Anyway…onward and upward. The Democrats have won the election and survived the first savage attack. Now the long, trench warfare of democracy begins.
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I live in California, a victim of some of the worst Republican attacks on America. We elected Governors who get recalled by Republicans who then commit worst atrocities by a magnitude of ten….and if there is economic recovery going on over the next few years…it seems that Californians are going to have to pay higher State income taxes, sales taxes, gasoline taxes and even veterinary services taxes.
Can we un-recall Gray Davis? Look at it this way, America. If California doesn’t work…you all starve.
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Commercial TV is giving Joss Whedon another crack at it. Dollhouse debuted last night. Eliza Dushku (star/producer…good move) is featured in this show about a memory-erasing organization that hires out its army of zombie assassins to rich people for a variety of weird assignments, from ‘best birthday ever’ to ‘rescue my kidnapped daughter’. The first episode opens so many doors in the Dollhouse; I just have to come back for more.
Fox seems to be trying something new with product placement rather than long commercial breaks. We’ll see how that develops over the duration of the series.
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Psychedelia. If your kids want to know what the 1960’s were really like, and you don’t want to go into the whole Kennedy/Johnson/Nixon thing, just give them the Jefferson Airplane’s Surrealist Pillow album. If they like it and it changes their life and they run away from home, don’t blame me.
What I want to recommend today, however is the post-Pillow Jefferson Airplane.
I recently have been listening to After Bathing AT Baxter’s, Bark and Long John Silver (I skipped over Volunteers and Crown of Creation and Bless It’s Pointed Little Head) because I wanted to get straight to the truly non-commercial stuff.
These are just great unapologetic psychedelic rock albums. There is great song writing, great singing, and great guitar playing. They are all obviously on drugs, but this is great music, not to be forgotten.
Classic Rock stations only remember Somebody To Love and maybe White Rabbit, but Eat Starch Mom and The Son Of Jesus, When The Earth Moves Again, and Lawman, Third Week In Chelsea, The Ballad of You & Me & Pooneil, Martha, and Won’t You Try Saturday Afternoon. These songs should not be forgotten. The Airplane evolved as a band througout the late 1960s and into the 1970s.
They kept on resurrecting into something unseemly later, The Jefferson Starship, but for a short while, over a half-dozen records or so, there was nothing on on earth or in the sky as cool as The Jefferson Airplane.
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Be warned: I just got my shipment of Aristotle.