So when do the interrment(sp) camps start in the interest of NATIONAL SAFETY?
Since Bush was *ahem* elected, I have joked many times with my friends here that any day now I will claim politcal assylum. I'm starting to see on some of the travelling boards I frequent Americans who are asking the same thing:
"Where can I go live, because the actions of my country ashame me."
I already live abroad. I have found a city I love and call home, looooooong before any political considerations came into play. I'm lucky. But I will admit, lately I have considered the extra step of renouncing my US citizenship.
(and the crowd goes wild, hissing & booing, with cries of "Well who needs ya anyway" etc etc etc.)
Calm down. I said "Considering." Why? Because I truely feel this adminstration is harming America and her people. For a myraid of reasons that would take longer than I care to enumerate here or now (hey a girl's got to get *some* work done, no?). And since I know in my heart of hearts that I have found where I want to live and it's not the USA, well what's the point of being a citizen of that country?
The USA was founded on basic human rights, ones that we in the Western world might take for granted. And I see these Constitutional rights being rapidly eroded in the name of "National Safety" and the "War on Terrorism" and defeat of the "Axis of Evil."
Fuck that.
I am a citizen of the United States of America. And as such I consider it my duty to decry the actions and misdeeds of the current regime in power there. Because to stay silent and accept the situation as is, is to fly in the face of all that we hold dear as Americans and as human beings.
I denounce the current administration in the US as impinging on human and Consititutional rights, both those of its citizens and those abroad. And I hope that the rest of the world holds those currently in the seat of power accountable for their actions. I hope with all of my heart that both our military men and Iraqi civilians escape harm.
I remain, forever, an American in Roma.
19 March 2003
Technical Difficulties
Never Update Your Site's Blogging Mechanism When your Internet Connection Decides to go Blork. 'Nuff Said. Am trying to clean up errors, but I'm losing patience with the timeouts. Patience, m'dears.
18 March 2003
10 March 2003
Like nails on a chalk board
My work involves a computer. It requires concentration, which is why I have been coming in late afternoon and working until the wee hours; coming in earlier will just result in me fucking up somthing easy when I get distracted by the 300 people traipsing through the office looking for my boss.
normally this works out great as the guy that works reception during those hours doesn't bother me and does his own thing surfing the internet. Then he goes home and I lock up when I get tired.
Tonight is proving to be annoying. There's a different guy here. Let's call him Overgrown Ren Fest Boy. That name alone should tell you why he's annoying. But it's not too bad when it's just him. The problem is that he's sitting at reception talking with two fellow Overgrown Ren Fest Geeks. Loudly. Dramtically. For the past two and a half hours.
Two and a half fucking hours of affected speech, 'obscurely witty' culture references (pop and otherwise), general looking down the nose at those not as 'intellectual and artistic' as them, Italian bashing*, and geek flirting (one of the other two is female).
This last bit is painful. We have two Overgrown Ren Fest Boys vying for the attentions of Overgrown Ren Fest Female. The geek mating call is embarassing to listen to. The earnest preening and displaying of quirky! yet sensitive! and artistic!, the self-satisfied "Aren't I clever yet vaguely tortured?" chuckle, the witty repartè and attempts at verbal oneupmanship.....
Any minute now I fully expect one of them to whip out a pair of ten sided dice and wink at ORF Female. "My charisma is...."
Shit. I just heard the shuffling of cards. Either they're about to play Magik the Gathering or someone's about to get their Tarot read.
*groans*
...........
In other news:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE RESIDENT DICTATOR'S HENCHWOMAN
I've bought you and the twins a really nice Calvin Klien bra; what's your mailing addy again? ;-) Wuv you snookums. You need to get your ass over here so I can steal the nice digital camera from work and then post pictures here of The Lesbian Incentuous Twins (We're Not Twins!) Mad Hijinks in Roma.
.............
*which I really fucking hate - you are living and working in this country fuckhead. if you don't like it, don't let the door hit you on the ass as you leave
normally this works out great as the guy that works reception during those hours doesn't bother me and does his own thing surfing the internet. Then he goes home and I lock up when I get tired.
Tonight is proving to be annoying. There's a different guy here. Let's call him Overgrown Ren Fest Boy. That name alone should tell you why he's annoying. But it's not too bad when it's just him. The problem is that he's sitting at reception talking with two fellow Overgrown Ren Fest Geeks. Loudly. Dramtically. For the past two and a half hours.
Two and a half fucking hours of affected speech, 'obscurely witty' culture references (pop and otherwise), general looking down the nose at those not as 'intellectual and artistic' as them, Italian bashing*, and geek flirting (one of the other two is female).
This last bit is painful. We have two Overgrown Ren Fest Boys vying for the attentions of Overgrown Ren Fest Female. The geek mating call is embarassing to listen to. The earnest preening and displaying of quirky! yet sensitive! and artistic!, the self-satisfied "Aren't I clever yet vaguely tortured?" chuckle, the witty repartè and attempts at verbal oneupmanship.....
Any minute now I fully expect one of them to whip out a pair of ten sided dice and wink at ORF Female. "My charisma is...."
Shit. I just heard the shuffling of cards. Either they're about to play Magik the Gathering or someone's about to get their Tarot read.
*groans*
...........
In other news:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE RESIDENT DICTATOR'S HENCHWOMAN
I've bought you and the twins a really nice Calvin Klien bra; what's your mailing addy again? ;-) Wuv you snookums. You need to get your ass over here so I can steal the nice digital camera from work and then post pictures here of The Lesbian Incentuous Twins (We're Not Twins!) Mad Hijinks in Roma.
.............
*which I really fucking hate - you are living and working in this country fuckhead. if you don't like it, don't let the door hit you on the ass as you leave
07 March 2003
GOOOOOD MORNING AMERICA!
I have changed my mind about the Pretzels for Peace idea. It's now Pretzels for Impeachment.
This, found via a very interesting Metafilter thread, turns my stomach. Literally.
How many more rights (human and Constitutional) will be trampled on in the name of "defeating terrorism and the Axis of Evil" until the people of the nation wake up and realise that the current administration is fucking us up the ass without lube (Insert your own "John Ashcroft is a huge fucking cock" allusion here)?
When are we as a populace going to realise that the use of secret courts, detention based on suspicion not proof, new FBI survailance powers, and that fucking US Patriot Act to "kick some towelhead ass" CAN BE USED AGAINST YOU AND I ALSO?!?!?!?
Where are all the little scandal-creators and cigar-loving interns when you *Really* need them? I mean, Enron slid off this administration like a stripper down a greased pole. Won't *somebody* find some scandal that sticks, like the Shrub sticking it to Millie the Dog while he wears his mom's pearls?
In the meantime, I beg all ten of you who read this blog to grab a Sharpie marker, write "PRETZELS FOR IMPEACHMENT" on a super-sized bag of beer-snacky goodness, and postmark it to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Do it now, before sending Pretzels to Bush becomes an assassination attempt under the law.
This, found via a very interesting Metafilter thread, turns my stomach. Literally.
How many more rights (human and Constitutional) will be trampled on in the name of "defeating terrorism and the Axis of Evil" until the people of the nation wake up and realise that the current administration is fucking us up the ass without lube (Insert your own "John Ashcroft is a huge fucking cock" allusion here)?
When are we as a populace going to realise that the use of secret courts, detention based on suspicion not proof, new FBI survailance powers, and that fucking US Patriot Act to "kick some towelhead ass" CAN BE USED AGAINST YOU AND I ALSO?!?!?!?
Where are all the little scandal-creators and cigar-loving interns when you *Really* need them? I mean, Enron slid off this administration like a stripper down a greased pole. Won't *somebody* find some scandal that sticks, like the Shrub sticking it to Millie the Dog while he wears his mom's pearls?
In the meantime, I beg all ten of you who read this blog to grab a Sharpie marker, write "PRETZELS FOR IMPEACHMENT" on a super-sized bag of beer-snacky goodness, and postmark it to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Do it now, before sending Pretzels to Bush becomes an assassination attempt under the law.
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