Happy Halloween

From Obi-Wan Kenobi and Stormtrooper.

News From Colorado Progressives

Cause there's more than just two of us. Apparently.

Rocky Mountain RootsCamp on December 1st is a progressive conference that's actually FUN: no preset schedule, everyone can (and should) participate, and you only discuss topics that are interesting to you. So, come and share your innovative ideas and wisdom.

Colorado Springs City Council will be working on the 2008 budget tomorrow. Dave Gardner believes the proposed million-dollar increase in economic development expenditures balanced by cuts in important services like roads, transit, and police are ill-advised. So SaveTheSprings is launching a new video weblog informing local citizens about important current growth issues. Their premier video addresses city funding of the EDC and other economic development programs that are local population growth engines. View this vlog right on their homepage.

The upcoming Iraq Moratorium demonstration is sponsored by the Pike's Peak Justice and Peace Commission and is part of a national campaign. Communities all over the country are holding vigils and rallies, visiting congressional offices, writing letters and making phone calls, all to urge Congress to end the occupation of Iraq soon and bring all the troops home.

Like now.

The movement also calls on our leaders not to attack Iran. Not even for kicks. The Moratorium Event in Colorado Springs will be Friday, November 16th, from 12pm to 1pm on the sidewalk in front of City Hall, on the northeast corner of the intersection of Kiowa/Nevada.

For more information, contact Pete at the Justice and Peace Commission (632-6189) or visit their website. For more information about the national campaign, check out their site.

And turns out, not everyone in town hates me. I'm gonna start contributing to another local site: PeakDems.

At PeakDems, they are not interested in posts about love toys or my new breasts. So finally something my mom can read.

There goes the neighborhood.

Fantasy Congress

Might as well make a game out of it. Cause reality is so damn depressing.

Come join the fun.

h/t Danny

Homeward Bound

I'm going home. To Tampa. In about two weeks.

Before you jump for joy or throw up, depending on your mood, my homecoming is Thanksgiving-related and sadly temporary.

Sadly temporary.

I will visit Berger King to make sure my wounds are healing nicely. I will wear dresses and allow my legs to come out and play for the first time since mid-August. I will hit Bo's Ice Cream and enjoy a cherry-dipped chocolate cone. I will kiss my parents and leave the children with them for extended periods of time so that I can wander around and...

What should I do?

Despite having lived in Tampa for most of my adult life, there are sights and sounds I've yet to experience.

If you had a week or so to frolic in Florida - what would *you* do?

Government Despite the People

Three out of the four Colorado Republicans who decided to leave office within the last year, replaced with newcomers selected instead of elected, were on their way out anyway - due to term limits.

Senator Ron May, Representative Bill Cadman and Representative Mark Cloer (who should have used the slogans "Until Something Better Comes Along" in their campaigns) left their posts early, citing dubious reasons for such departures, and have been or will be replaced with suitable second-stringers.

Ready-made politicians the GOP has groomed and who no doubt will use this experience to sell themselves as experienced come the next election cycle.

And knee-jerk Republican voters in this town won't look up from American Idol long enough to realize the suspicious nature of a political bait and switch.

We all know how hard it is to unseat incumbents. They have access to more money and press than challengers. However, with term limits in place, the theory goes that professional politicians have no choice.

They must get the f*ck out.

The result was supposed to be that we, the voters, get a real choice and competitive race. For a change.

And that will never do.

The GOP powers-that-be are playing musical chairs, mixing carefully selected conservative soldiers into the mix, so the upcoming elections *will* feature Republican incumbents. One way or the other, goddamn it.

El Paso County GOP Chairman Greg Garcia is probably hoping no one notices.

Guess what I'm hoping?

Not A Whole Lot to Smile About Lately

Oh wait...except this.

Say it with me - Red Sox Sweep the Series.

Never gets old.

We Deserve Healthy Food and a Healthy Environment

Every five years Congress decides how our food will be produced when they vote on the Food and Farm Bill. This bill should not only support healthy food, but modern farming practices that protect the foundations of our food supply.

Government policy should address the effects that some farm practices have on our health, such as antibiotic resistance caused by adding these drugs to the feed of animals that are not sick.

Such animals become cheap meat and the subsequent public health issues should be a concern to all of us.

And don't get me started on all the growth hormones fed to animals that wind up in our children as well. Girls as young as eleven getting their period. Acne out of control.

Enough.

Over the next few days, the Senate will debate this critical legislation that could drastically affect the future of our food supply. This is your chance to demand federal agricultural programs that are better for you, your children, and our planet.

Please write to your senator today!

Have a Green Halloween

Some helpful hints for an eco-friendly holiday. Personal favorite: latex masks are safer.

I love me some latex masks.

But that's another post. For another time.

Could Be Worse

"Mommy, you think I'm sweet, right?"

I love how Youngest starts a conversation.

"Right," I said, bracing myself for something awful.

"I want to audition for the 2nd grade school play," he said. "My favorite character is sort of mean. But that's okay, right? Cause I'd just be playing a part."

"Sure," I said. "That's okay."

"I'm going to audition, too!" Oldest said. "But I'm going to try for the good guy."

"Would you come see us?" Youngest asked. "Maybe videotape it or something?"

I looked at my twin sons and smiled.

"I wouldn't miss your theatrical debuts for all the money in the world."

As I walked away, the other shoe dropped.

"Mommy?" Youngest asked, always the spokesman.

"Yes?"

"Is it okay that we'll be singing Christmas songs?"

And there it was, the moment every Jewish mother looks forward to - like a kick in the kop. Her boychiks participating in a secular, school-sanctioned celebration of Christmas.

"They can't throw in a Chanukah song?" I asked.

"Mommy," Youngest shook his head as if I should know better. "There aren't that many Jewish people in the world."

Kid had a point.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

Every Jewish adult remembers singing Christmas songs, coloring pictures of Santa Claus and picking just the right moment to tell their friends how Chanukah means *eight* days of presents. Hardly any of our people become psychopaths. Most turn such awkward moments into successful careers as stand-up comedians. Or anal-retentive attorneys.

I looked at my beautiful boys.

"Of course it's okay," I said. "Welcome to the club."

The play is Melton the Warm-Hearted Snowman. After several nail-biting days of auditions, and a reading with one over-involved stage mom that will definitely turn her daughter into the next generation's Lindsay Lohan, we got word that parts were cast.

Oldest is playing Melton, the sweet and adorable creature who loves everyone. Youngest is playing Bartholomew, the rascal with a bit of an attitude.

Talk about typecasting.

Melton gives Bartholomew his heart and the kid realizes life with love is preferable to sarcasm and ridicule. A lesson Mommy has yet to learn.

Unfortunately, Melton, without his heart, is unable to live.

Suddenly, Santa arrives to save the day.

Bartholomew turns into a good person and Melton gets a new heart and they both shout "Merry Christmas to all!" as the curtain comes down.

Been practicing lines all week. A Christmas play starring two Jews in the heart of Colorado Springs.

Better than Broadway, people.

Dream for Darfur

Local high school and college students, along with volunteers, will host Dream for Darfur, a symbolic Olympic Torch Relay that will be visiting more than 28 cities in solidarity with many international countries associated with mass slaughter and genocide around the globe.

Activists around the world will pass a symbolic Olympic torch to make one united statement: We must secure protection for civilians in Darfur, put pressure on China to stop selling weapons to the Sudanese government and secure lasting peace in the region.

Keynote speakers include Ben Prochazka, National Campaign Manager of the Save Darfur Coalition, and Paulino Chol, a Lost Boy of the Sudan.

When: Monday, October 29, 2007 at 4:30pm
Where: Colorado College, Armstrong Quad, 14 E. Cache La Poudre St
Why: As Sudan's chief diplomatic sponsor, major weapons provider, largest foreign investor, trade partner, and as host of the 2008 Summer Olympics, China must be made to accept its share of the responsibility for what's happening in Darfur.

So we must demand it.

Contact: hope4humanity@hotmail.com for more information.

Marilyn Musgrave - Whose Side Are You On?

With a possible vote in the House today on the Reauthorization of the Children’s Health Insurance Program, here's something to think about.

Health care is our most important issue, Madge. And children are our most vulnerable priority.

Let's not blow it.

Not Again

Not on our watch.

Mark Udall introduced H.R. 3119 as companion legislation to Senator Jim Webb's S. 759 bill because Congress must play a more significant role in directing policy toward Iran. This legislation reasserts Congress's constitutional responsibility and reminds the Bush Administration of the important role that Congress must play when it comes to matters of war and peace.

Please email your Senators and Representatives to support Udall's legislation to prevent the Bush Administration from launching war in Iran without prior Congressional authorization!

Worth the Wait

Matt Taibbi on Mitt the Mullet.

I ain't buyin'.

You?

Divine Intervention

Girls back home sent me a care package yesterday. Jesus Himself.


In addition to eternal life, my newest love toy also comes with "2 Bible Points."

To be redeemed at the next rapture.

Jesus talks. He guides. He listens.

He lost his left hand.

Finally found it in the bottom of the package. Didn't have the heart to reattach it.

How'd he lose that hand in the first place? Perhaps he caught sight of Mary Magdalene on the shelf across the aisle, sandwiched between Peter and Paul. One thing led to another.

Mary *was* sorta hot.

And so was Peter.

Oh look - a tutorial!


Question One: Who was Jesus?
He heeled a dog and cured a ham.

Question Two: Why were there so many people with Jesus that day?
He was buyin'.

Question Three: How did Jesus provide enough food for all those people? Cash. Cause God doesn't take American Express.

Thanks girls.

And now Ronnie finally has a life partner that comes with a "Focus on the Family" seal of approval.

I know. Jesus is gonna need that hand back.

Make Someone's DREAMS Come True

I've written about this before. Now it's crunch time.

There could be a "cloture" vote on whether the DREAM Act can be debated and ultimately voted on as early as Wednesday, Oct. 24.

So let's do this.

My Response

Sent out this morning:

I am dismayed and disgusted by these charges of racism sent out via email *to* people and *from* people I've never met. Not one person contacted me personally for clarification or understanding. Instead, I am subject to unfair and false accusations from strangers. Personal attacks that are nothing but lies and innuendo.

Ann Coulter would be so proud.

I've written over a thousand posts dedicated to human rights, justice, and equal rights for all - and this is the reaction I get from local leaders about one item with which you disagree?

You should at least have the decency, while smearing my name among an entire community, to forward my entire record on similar matters.

Or even just a sample.

An article I wrote for a Florida paper about ethnic pride.

Or how about this?

Perhaps this should have been promoted - including my comments.

I have received death threats, hate mail, and scorn from real racists who attack me for defending these issues. Now I am dealing with the same kinds of nonsense from *my own party*? I cannot believe that you all are willing to isolate an activist who shouts from the rooftops for progressive ideals. Pushing me to leave this movement because my humor is offensive.

Humor is subjective, people. If you can't tell the difference between sarcastic wit and malicious racism, I can't help you.

I write only to vent, encourage positive change, and make people laugh.

If you think you can win votes by lecturing or alienating those who share your views because they laugh out loud at everyone - well, I got one question in a Republican stronghold like The Springs:

How's that workin' for you so far?

They Hate Me Here

This email was addressed to our club president and CC'd to me last night. I added a link for reference but otherwise the email is exactly as received. Errors and all.

Dear Allison,

We have always considered you to be a friend and that you would have had our support when you ran for office. We appreciate your willingness to organize the Dem Club dinners, line up speakers, moderate the sessions, etc. It can be a hard, thankless job sometimes.

We would like to invite you to a meeting with the DLI in regards to the Hispanic people who stood up last Thursday night and objected to the transparent racial profiling on which the so-called Human Trafficking law is based. And your comments regarding the blog by Katherine Durkin-Robinson (forwarded to us second-hand). Of course Katerine is also invited. We will meet Saturday Oct 27th at Dem Headquarters 2pm.

Allison, we must say to you that we're not talking about anything "Funny" as you seem to think it is. The ad hominen attacks are actually vicious in nature and the comments about "Mexicans" are borderline racist. I think that this person is out of line in her blog comments, as most of the respondents seemed to indicate (read the whole thing on the website). And when you speak as the Dem Club President and encourage people to read it, you are not only giving this message a platform you are endorsing it.

I cannot imagine similar derogatory comments made about Black people as a group, or gays and lesbians as a a group, by any Democrat. If such things were said, this person would be immediately called a racist or a homophobe. The comments would most certainly not have been forwarded on so others may read and laugh along. But it seems that "Mexicans" are fair game for racist attacks. We want to tell you that the remarks on this blog were personal attacks. Is that clear?

So, Allison, this is not FUNNY. We may agree to disagree about the impact of racial profiling laws on brown-skinned people, but we must do it civilly. For you to pass this on to a Democrat email list and call it "funny" is not the right thing to do.

We think that this can be corrected and we can all move on. But how do we do that? That's what we would like to speak with you about.

See? This email and that video circulating the Internet are two very important reasons why I'll never run for office.

When people come to an event, disrespect a police officer who's speaking out of the goodness of his heart - they deserve a joke or two.

I am especially shocked that this email went out to dozens upon dozens of people I've never met, interpreting my comments out of context and shouting "racism" where none exists.

Libel and slander at its best. I'll post my reply later today.

Over the years, I've made fun of

- blacks,

- Jews,

- Irish Catholics,

and bowel movements.

Not to mention right-wing Republicans. Every day.

I can only assume that such teasing is acceptable only so long as my targets are *other people*. The minute I poke fun at *you*, it's not so goddamn funny, is it?

Take my work as a whole before overreacting. I'm actually on your side.

Read the article I wrote for the Trib defending the rights of immigrants.

Real racists who raked me over the coals for such views are probably laughing their asses off right now.

And I love how this group wants to meet with me on the Sabbath. How culturally sensitive.

If they throw in free wine, though, I'm there.

Good Times Never Seemed So Good

So good, so good, so good!

Feed Them and They Will Learn

Despite the fact

- I don't do toast
- have been known to burn water
- try not to eat more than a carrot and diet water each day

I do realize the importance of food.

As a social studies teacher, whenever I cover an era or country or ethnic minority - I bring in music, books, artwork, and, you guessed it, grub.

I usually call a local establishment that specializes in the appropriate cuisine and beg for a donation. Here are two local restaurants that are helping me out this week.

American History - As my students listen to music that was popular during the Civil War and discuss the importance of Uncle Tom's Cabin, we will feast on collard greens, black-eyed peas, and corn bread lovingly prepared and donated by Mr. B's Famous BBQ & Soul Food. Originally made by slaves, these dishes became the staple of a southern diet. Most of my students have never tasted soul food. We'll wash it all down with old-fashioned m-f*ckin' iced tea. Can't wait.

World Geography - Covering Latin America, my students will liven up their regular note-taking sessions with Cuban music, passionate discussions about The Motorcycle Diaries while eating tamales, chips, salsa, and enchiladas generously donated by The Mission Inn. Nice virgin margaritas will be delightful. Cause something in the classroom ought to be.

World History - Since most of my students saw 300 this year, Ancient History is alive and well for them. Unfortunately, The Caspian Cafe wanted to charge us $5 a head. Since that request would get me laughed out of any Principal's office, I'm bringing in the food myself. Before you start praying for these poor kids, let me explain. We will discuss Julius Caesar while old Greek and Roman songs play in the background and my kids will try feta cheese, flat bread, hummus, olives, and sardines.

Cause those gladiators had to eat. And no, I won't be wearing a toga. Cause I'm in enough trouble.

Thanks again to Mr. B's Famous Soul Food and The Mission Inn.

And there goes my diet.

Seventy-Two Degrees and Sunny Yesterday

This morning I wake up to this...

Relax. Take a Breath.

Mom always says, "Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear."

Folks freakin' out about middle schools in Portland, Maine, giving away birth control pills to 11 year olds should heed such advice.

This policy is mostly geared toward kids who've failed middle school and are held back - they are older, sexually active, yet aren't allowed to go to the high school's health services and therefore need to have access to contraceptives in middle school.

So now they do.

Kids need parental permission to use the health clinic. Contraceptives prevent unwanted pregnancies, diseases and abortion.

Where's the problem?

Democratic Dinner or Race Riot - You Decide

This was a social gathering I could get behind.

Latinos yelling at African-Americans yelling about who's really repressed.

White guys yelling that "this meeting has a (g*ddamn) moderator" and to "sit (your ass) down". To no one in particular.

Bob Null (andvoid) - Candidate for District 11 School Board - yelling at everyone that he's a registered Republican and to back off. Cause he's not so bad.

Allison Hunter, president and (g*ddamn) moderator, yelling that passionate debate is good - but could we please calm down before someone calls the cops on our asses.

I'm paraphrasing.

And then there's me. Yelling at my children to chew with their mouths closed. At least fifteen times.

Let's back up.

The El Paso Dems had their $10 all-you-can-eat pizza/pasta buffet last night. As I walked in, I noticed an extra-large crowd. More than a few of Hispanic descent and I couldn't help but wonder if the guest speaker on immigration was the reason for their sudden interest.

But who am I to judge? I show up for the pasta. And the hopes that someone will give *me* a free glass of wine.

We introduced ourselves and right away I recognized two of the four candidates I endorsed for District 11. As well as two candidates I called "a bit backwards."

Awkward.

But none of them read my sh*t. I'm safe for at least a year before I become overrated. And a superstar. So I ate my pizza in peace.

Homeboy from Immigration Enforcement Unit stood up and started talking about human trafficking and the sex trade. Nothing says family time like discussing underage prostitutes, but my seven year-olds were preoccupied with inhaling plates of complex carbohydrates. They didn't hear me whisper, "Breathe!", much less Officer Todd's energetic tutorials on blood in strange places.

Then the Latinos (who only had accents when they said the word Latinos) went all apesh*t on Todd.

My favorite was the guy in a purple dress shirt, reeking of Old Spice and a thinly-veiled superiority complex, calling:

Todd - a liar.
Immigration enforcement - institutionalized racism and pissing in the wind.
Those who disagree - idiots.

I try not to pay attention to elderly men who still wear mousse. Plus the garlic bread was out of this world.

An audience member who wasn't drinking Crazy Juice asked Officer Todd what we could do to help. He told us to view with suspicion any group of young girls, who should be in school, but were instead traveling with older men. Often they are kept in suburban homes with lots of male visitors.

Some bimbo in the back shouted, "Don't you really mean we should look out for cars full of Mexicans?"

Right.

The Mexicans had Mexicans on the brain. They wouldn't shut up about themselves.

Finally, the air thick with nastiness and too many "my people were wronged worser than your people" nonsense, I turned my baby blues to Officer Todd and raised my hand.

"As a lifelong Democratic activist," I said, "I am constantly dismayed at events where my fellow Democrats are hostile to soldiers and police officers and officials of authority. As a teacher, I too am told that we're part of the problem, we're not doing what we should, and that we're never going to make a difference. And I'm sick of it.

As an officer of the law, you work under tremendous pressure, in a thankless job, with levels of danger that I can't even comprehend. And so I think it's important that you hear a liberal Democrat say: Thank you."

Two people clapped. I was high for five minutes.

Almost turned to the Latinos and said, "Put that in your mojitos and slurp 'em down, b*tches. Next time - show some g*ddamn respect."

But I'm trying to make friends. And score some free wine.

That Allison. She throws a hell of a party.

Marilyn Manson Caused Columbine?

So now that the Gazette has printed one of my op-eds as a letter (The Denver Post did that last month) - does it mean I've finally arrived?

Anyway - my newest piece is the last one. If you have time, check out the comments. Someone addresses me and actually blames Columbine on the dude who wears makeup and does a really bad Alice Cooper impersonation.

What To Do?

You may or may not recall, but Bambi* down the street is a pain in the ass.

Not a bully.

Just a pain in the ass.

So far our resident Christian Delight, who can't play on Sundays because it's the Lord's day, has tried to kiss Oldest, laughs when kids miss the ball during neighborhood baseball games, yells about marrying Youngest, and hit her kid sister so hard in the mouth she had to be sent home.

As a child, we'd have been best friends. However, as a Mommy, I'm glad my children roll a different way and want nothing to do with her.

Just recently, I taught them the benefits of ignoring such a creature. Bambi* went away, Mommy's stock shot up thirty percent, and all was happy in our little world.

Then Bambi* and her mother came over yesterday asking if our boys would like a playdate after school today.

"We'd love to have them over," she said.

I have no idea how to handle this.

Maybe go over there and watch them like a hawk? Or should I tell her that my boys are going through a "I only want to play with nice children" phase?

Maybe I should say they're into boys and think girls are yucky? And I'm okay with that until they're at least thirty?

Other ideas include sending them over in yarmulkes - for sure they'll never be invited back.

Tell her we have a Democrat dinner tonight, temple tomorrow night and a witches' coven over the weekend?

I've got eight hours to come up with *something*.

Let's Not Confuse Racism With Stupidity

My family and I attend Colorado College hockey games and thoroughly enjoy ourselves. A huge hockey fan, I can watch the entire event without boredom, sunshine, or sweat getting in my eyes. Husband and kids enjoy the games as well.

Recently, four Tigers players attended a golf outing where participants were required to dress as characters from popular television shows. The white players in question dressed as black characters from Family Matters.

Where the hell was *that* show popular?

Canada?

Anyway, the kids wore blackface and wigs.

For this act of insensitivity to the history of minstrel shows, the players were suspended and made to repent in a variety of ways.

Fine.

They paid their penance and are set to return for the Minnesota game this Saturday night. The local chapter of the NAACP wants them to change their plans.

"Harris said she expects the players to attend the NAACP’s Freedom Fund Dinner on Saturday at 7 p.m., the same time as CC’s game against Minnesota."

Enough.

This culture of excessive punishment does nothing to deter others from similar acts of racial insensitivity. Instead, overreacting creates irritation and fosters more negative feelings between ethnic groups. Something an organization like NAACP claims to be against.

Making examples of these young men in such a public way also diverts attention from real acts of racism, hate, and intolerance. When people commit acts that threaten others due to gender, race, or religion, we should respond quickly and with force.

However, if we respond to youthful indiscretions and thoughtless stupidity with equal measures, real hate crimes are therefore dismissed with cynicism and a shrug of the shoulders.

And that hurts everyone a whole lot more than college kids dressing up like Urkel.

Do I Still Get An "I Voted" Sticker?

Received my ballot in the mail yesterday and so, after careful research and some talks with the Almighty – who always guides my favorite sports teams, political candidates, and rap artists – I’m ready to endorse the following candidates for District 11 School Board.

Jan Tanner

Charlie Bobbitt

Tom Strand

These good folks deserve to be re-elected to the Board because they represent stability and solid leadership. They also support:

- Comprehensive, age appropriate, science-based curriculum regarding sex education.
- Gay-Straight Alliance clubs in school sharing the same recognition as other clubs.
- The arts, physical and vocational education to produce well-rounded, critically-thinking students.
- Non-judgmental counseling available to students who are struggling with issues including, but not limited to, sexual identity.

I am impressed and agree with Tanner’s stance on the importance of involved parents and families helping to create lifelong learners. Without their help, our teachers don’t stand a chance.

Bobbitt is right on when he says that we need more counselors and social workers to help students meet the challenges they face. As our schools get more crowded and our counselors get overwhelmed with administrative paperwork, more kids get lost and turn away from all of us.

Strand believes in the power of strong intervention programs that meet the needs of all our students. His leadership regarding Response to Intervention is exactly what our schools need to narrow the gap and help troubled kids succeed.

The first three choices were easy, the fourth and final choice, not so much.

After much deliberation – and thoughtful prayer in between the whole “help the starving, dying, and Red Sox” routine – I have chosen Delia B. Armstrong Busby. (No picture or working website available.)

Not thrilled with her wanting to allow parents and students to shape sex-ed classes. I shudder to think what parents around here want us *not* to discuss in this area. And teenagers everywhere want Learning Through Porn programs.

Not. Exactly. Helpful.

But Busby does believe that Gay-Straight Alliance clubs should be allowed on campus and seems to be a supporter of a comprehensive curriculum in our schools.

Plus the other candidates (Null, Exline, and Breazell) are a bit backwards. We've had enough of that 'round these parts.

So mail in your ballot and vote for Tanner, Bobbitt, Strand and Busby. Cause the Lord and I don't make mistakes.

And I'm so not hearing your snide and petty Red Sox comments.

Looking for Just a Yes or a No

Received this email from a progressive sort who lives right here in Colorado Springs.

DISCLAIMER: I've cleaned up the spelling and grammar mistakes because 1) I'm a teacher and can't help myself; 2) This dude already appears just a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Why make it worse?

Just reply with "YES" if you agree that "ANY" of the following violations SHOULD BE IMPEACHABLE.

Just reply with "NO" if you think "NONE" of these violations of the Constitution and US LAWS SHOULD BE IMPEACHABLE

Should Vice President Cheney or President Bush be held accountable (by impeachment and/or prosecution) for any of the following:

1. The President and the Vice President and members of the Administration deliberately misrepresented the severity of the WMD threat from Iraq by providing distorted intelligence to Congress in order to justify war with Iraq (the WMD lies among others).

2. George W. Bush admitted to ordering the National Security Agency to conduct electronic surveillance of American Citizens without seeking warrants from the Foreign Intelligence Court of Review, a court which was duly constituted by Congress in 1978 after reviews of spying by the Nixon Administration on US Citizens.

3. George W. Bush and Richard B. Cheney conspired to commit the torture of prisoners in violation of the Federal Torture Act, the United Nations Torture Convention, and the Geneva Convention which, under Article VI of the US Constitution, are part of the supreme law of our country.

4. George W. Bush, after taking an oath to protect our Constitution and to enforce all Laws, has committed over 800 Signing Statements, in which he states that he disagrees with the law he signs and refuses to either enforce it or obey it himself. He is essentially doing a illegal veto of the entire congress on each of these laws.

5. Members of Richard B. Cheney's staff deliberately exposed the identity of a covert CIA agent to the media for political gain. The crime and who ordered it was later covered up and stonewalled by Cheney, his staff, and the President.

6. Richard B. Cheney forced the networks to stop carrying Star Trek back in 1969. Trust me on this one. I have proof.

Seriously, are you still reading this? Looking for errors I may have missed because I *have* a life? Between me and you, I think the whole damn list is one impeachable offense after another. But shouldn't we be trying to *win* some important battles? Or do we all enjoy being the losers so much we're just continuing with more of the same?

Year. After year. After year.

Let me guess - you're hoping Ralph Nader runs again?

Anyway, apparently my choice of politically-minded drinking buddies here is between right-wing Christians or the ones on street corners howling about Dick.

Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.

Tricks, Treats or The Black Plague. Your Choice.

Talked with dear friend Matthew* the other day. Went a little something like this:

"So the boys are getting ready for Halloween," I said. "Oldest is going as Anakin Skywalker. Youngest will be a Stormtrooper. Plus I got gloves, hats, and winter coats. So no one will be able to tell who they're supposed to be when the blizzard hits. Should be fun."

"I bet it'll be nice back here in Florida."

"Don't rub it in," I said. "So what's your little boy going to be for Halloween?"

"Anthony* is going to be a Crusader."

Long pause.

"A what? I didn't hear you right."

"A Crusader," he said.

"You're kidding."

"No."

I wait for the punchline. And wait. And wait.

"Why?" Matthew asked. "What's wrong with being a Crusader?"

I blink into the phone. Hold it up and inspect it.

I am talking to a crazy man.

I clear my throat and try to speak clearly.

"What's wrong with being a Crusader? You do realize I'm Jewish, right? And a *history teacher*? Right?"

Crazy Man laughs.

"Come on, Katie, it's not as if he's dressing up like a Nazi."

"This is no different than putting him in a Nazi uniform or Ku Klux Klan outfit. The Crusaders were just as bad, they're simply ancient history and therefore more remote. That's all."

"No way," he said. "It's not that bad."

"Look it up!"

"Anthony is adorable in his costume," Matthew said. "He's got the outfit, sword, and shield. I'll send you a picture."

"Tell you what," I said. "We'll fly back to Florida and you can have Anthony drag my sons around by their yarmulkes and then pretend to stab them with that adorable sword if they don't convert. Onlookers will throw Skittles and Holy Water. It'll be a hoot."

"They were all barbaric back then. It'd be no different if he wore a Gladiator outfit or went as Atilla the Hun."

"Those are the choices?" I asked. "What the f*ck happened to SpiderMan?"

I took a deep breath and went to my happy place.

"I shouldn't be surprised you are transforming a beautiful and innocent child into a mass murderer. You voted for Bush after all. Twice."

Can't you just hear the neighbors as they answer the door?

"Oh look, honey, the kids are here. We have Cinderella, Winnie the Pooh, and a handsome boy with a red hot poker up a Jewish kid's ass!"

The Inquisition's here and it's here to stay.

Oh well, live and let live, I suppose.


Adorable Soldier for Christ?

Or Homicidal Child with the Crazy Parents?

Again. Your choice.

2nd Anniversary Party

Just a quick reminder that tomorrow is Drinking Liberally's 2nd Anniversary Party.

Come join the gang that gives progressives hope for cake and beer (or wine or coffee if beer's not your thing) and to celebrate two years of a slightly less conservative Colorado Springs.

The first blizzard of last October began on the same night as the first anniversary party and 50 people showed up! Come join the fun tomorrow night to help us top that number!

As always, they'll be meeting at The Coffee Exchange, 526 S. Tejon, 7:30PM.

Conversations About Homosexuality And Boy Scouts And Britney Spears

…between mom and kids.

“Why can’t we join Boy Scouts?” Youngest asked.

“Because they discriminate against gay people,” I said.

“And we have gay people in our family,” Youngest suddenly remembered. “Like Uncle Rita. She’s gay.”

“Right,” I said. “But even if we didn’t have gay people in our family, we wouldn’t join Boy Scouts. What if they discriminated against black people or kids in wheelchairs? We can’t join any group that says certain other kids can’t join.”

"Guess what I saw on television?" Oldest asked. "Two women acting crazy..."

"Crazy how?"

"It was Britney and Madonna" Husband said. "They showed it on the news while we were picking up food at the deli."

"Great," I said.

"That was gay," Oldest said. "Right Mommy?"

"In more ways than one, kid. More ways than one."

…between best friends.

“My son is joining Boy Scouts,” Becky said, anticipating ‘tude.

"That’s great," I said. "Boy Scouts do a lot of good work.”

I know. I’m a doll.

Becky and Family came over that week and her son asked if we’d like to buy popcorn for his unit. Or lodge. Or whatever the h*ll they call those mini-cults of intolerance.

I know. Awkward.

I refrained from my usual rant about how I don’t fund hate groups. The scouts who approach me in the supermarket parking lot *love* that sh*t. But I *love* this kid so I went easy and blamed it on an allergy or something.

“Seriously?” Becky asked. “I mean, I’m not thrilled they discriminate against gay people and atheists either, but - ”

“Atheists, too?” I asked. “Great. Well, look at it this way, your kid might get in there and start a revolution or something. At least he’s a tolerant child with a good heart. Maybe he’ll be a voice for change.”

“Something you should support…”

Long pause. Again. Awkward.

“Yeah, no,” I said.

“No support of any kind? No love?” she asked.

“Look,” I said. “When he’s in middle school and discovers Goth, I'll let him borrow my black nail polish. In high school when he feels misunderstood, I’ll make him a margarita and listen to his litany of complaints. Heck. I’ll even let him borrow my Limited Edition Grateful Dead recordings when he’s in college. That’s gotta count for something.”

Long pause. Again. Awkward.

“You’re wonderful, Kate. Simply wonderful.”

A Reason for Hope

The Independent article lamenting the run of Douglas Bruce doesn't mention the light at the end of the tunnel.

Allison Hunter.

Cara DeGette mentions the run here.

On a chilly morning (32 degrees) - it's nice to have something to smile about.

Editorial Cartoons in the Gazette

To say The Gazette delivers a conservative point-of-view is stating the obvious. The paper's overabundance of conservative editorial cartoons and op-ed pieces indicate that I won't find a place in its pages for my viewpoints.

Often, when the views are ugly and not at all grounded in reality, I get angry and vow never to sumbit my work because I don't want to be associated with such a small-minded, smalltown paper.

There aren't even good personals to peruse.

On the other hand, if I only submit to liberal weeklies, won't I be simply preaching to the choir?

My How Times Have Changed

How do you, Local Pastor, get uninterested teenagers to come to church? Entice them with violent video games.

When I was a kid, I was only offered stale bread, some grape juice and eternal salvation. What's next - pornographic movies and an open bar?

Well, if you want to get uninterested grown-up girls to come to church...couldn't hurt.

Democratization of Foreign Policy

Do you ever hear about Darfur and think, "Wow, that's awful."

Wish you could do something to help while watching Pablo the Pool Boy and thinking about your next jewelry purchase?

Me too.

Good news! There's a way for even frustrated housewives to make a difference. Sudan. Congo. Burma, too. All from the comfort of your own sex swing. The one that goes all the way back.

According to John Prendergast with Enough there are "Things you can do in five minutes" to put pressure on Sudan's government:

1) Cleanse your investment portfolio of companies that do business in Sudan.

2) Urge company 401(k) supervisors to do the same.

3) Join a "Save Darfur" group and receive their email bulletins.

4) Dial 1-800-GENOCIDE, listen to a briefing and then be patched through to your congressional representative or the White House to leave your own message. Try not to use the term assbag. I know it's hard.

Simple as that. Cause we can all do something.

Sometimes while getting our toes done, even.

So why not give it a try.

Regarding the Violence Yesterday in Cleveland

If authorities and pundits dare to blame Marilyn Manson or the school itself...

Instead of the gunman and his parents *exclusively*...

I might just stroke out.

Right here.

In front of everyone.

From Teacher to Teacher

And parent to parent.

Something to think about.

Speaking of Mike Merrifield

One of his peeps is running for office. Attorney Pete Lee is a candidate for State Senate District 12 as of this afternoon.

Contact him directly for more information.

Fellow El Paso County Dems

Please join Representative Michael Merrifield for a literature drop at 1:00 p.m at La Baguette in Old Colorado City.

It will be fun, and you do not have to talk - just drop!

Further Proof Colorado Is Nuts

What is the proper response when a mountain lion is about to eat Fido?

Just curious.

UPDATE: Colorado Division of Wildlife decided not to press charges.

Whew.

Tampa Teacher Pleads Guilty

Few years back, I taught at Wharton High School for, like, five minutes or something. Jaymee Wallace had recently been arrested and so I asked around.

Every teacher, without exception, thought she was innocent.

"Jaymee's a caring and concerned person. She'd never hit on a kid."

"No way, she's too professional."

"Her husband teaches here. Didn't happen."

"Coach Wallace was terrific and an awesome person. She'd never victimize one of her students."

Apparently, her supporters were wrong. On Monday, Jaymee Wallace pleaded guilty to having a sexual relationship with a student. Victims include not only Wallace's lover/student, but all the kids who depended on her for guidance and support, her husband, fellow teachers who believed in her and the community in general.

When Debra Lafave received no jail time for her crime, few were surprised. There's long been a double standard when it comes to underage boys and girls having sex.

FULL DISCLOSURE: At yet another high school, I also taught with several teachers who knew Lafave's victim. They said that if that kid ever took the stand, no jury in America would convict her. His bravado and thug-like appearance would have worked against him. Poor kid and all.

So here we have another trampy teacher; however, Wallace isn't quite as photogenic as Lafave. Therefore, "please keep her hot ass out of prison" won't work this time. And the victim isn't a boy who wants to be a stud. Instead, we've got a forever-scarred, formerly-innocent little girl.

Is there any other kind?

And so I can't help but wonder what punishment this crime deserves.

Dems Club Meeting

Thursday, October 18th at 6:00pm
All You Can Eat Pizza, Pasta, and Salad!

Only ten bucks. Cheap enough even for me.

Bambino's Pizza
(SE corner of Platte & Circle)

GUEST SPEAKER: Representative from the Colorado State Patrol

HOT TOPIC-IMMIGRATION

Tell your neighbors, friends, and family. Bring them along!

Of course, it depends on the neighbors. In my hood, they're likely to walk away with a look of disgust.

"She rejects Christ *and* Sean Hannity?"

So I'll just bring the family, thanks.

If It's Free, It's For Me

Obesity and gas prices are at an all-time high. Astroglide costs an arm and a leg. People are living in homes they can't afford. Environmental devastation makes SUV driving so not sexy.

We throw away everything - from friends to lovers to outdated electronic equipment.

And while I don't want Bobby or his tendency to interrupt - I do want your slightly used 8-track player. Cause the BeeGees really come alive on that sh*t.

Overconsumption is over, b*tches. For some people anyway.

Freegans offer an alternative to the traditional American lifestyle. Right here in America.

And while dumpster diving is still less hot than a Hummer, saving money is a bonus. So is helping to heal our planet. So don't be an ass and blow this off - consider the ideas behind it.

Ummm...not so sure about squatting, though. Free housing isn't usually located in desirable school districts. But more power to ya, Toothless Ray.

On the less extreme side, imagine if neighbors got together and actually talked to one another. What if they pooled their resources and purchased one lawn mower, one weed-eater, one snow-blower and, oh I don't know, actually shared them? Togetherness. Community.

Isn't that what my new favorite hobby, Craigslist, is all about? One woman's trash is another woman's insanely cheap trash compactor.

Imagine if people used their bikes or legs or public transportation? Organize a carpool where you work. Something way hot about that.

Sure, you may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. Check out a freegan I like to call Boston Boy.


He's definitely going my way. And I'll bet he saves enough to buy Astroglide right off the shelf.

Lucky bastard.

"Poor Kids"

Marilyn Musgrave is a horse's ass.

She'd rather do the wrong thing, leave millions of children without health care...

rather than look like a flip-flopper.

Call her up and tell her so.

Three Republicans Running for President

Not one worth a damn.

Fred Thompson

Rudy Giuliani

John McCain

Can't wait to hear what Taibbi reveals about Mitt.

Good morning!

From the National Weather Service:

...FROST ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 8 AM MDT THIS MORNING...

THIS INCLUDES ALL OF COLORADO SPRINGS AND MONUMENT.

TEMPERATURES AROUND FREEZING. TAKE PRECAUTIONS TO PROTECT CROPS OR VEGETATION.

IF YOU HAVE ANY SENSITIVE PLANTS OUTSIDE...YOU MAY WISH TO BRING THEM INSIDE.

What about sensitive souls?

It's *October* for the love of Pete.

Here we go.

It's Beginning to Feel A Lot Like Tampa...

More like home than it did yesterday.

So that's something.

And Let's Not Forget Binghamton

Earlier this week, I attended a funeral in upstate New York, right over the border from Pennsylvania. Driving through that area brought back a flood of emotions that I'm just now trying to sort out.

Several discussions have helped me make sense of what I'm feeling.

One such conversation I had with a cousin over dinner the other night.

Me: Driving from Dunmore to Windsor was amazing. All the changing leaves...a drive I'd taken hundreds of times as a kid...it felt more than familiar. Comforting.

And your dad took me around to a few cemeteries. We had breakfast at a diner my mom and everyone hung out in as kids. At one point, maybe I thought this area was too smalltown or outdated. Now I love it. I feel safe here. Like home.

Cousin: Sometimes when I come back, I feel sad. So much is run down and not kept up like it should.

Me: Right. And I remember focusing on that when I was younger. Like I couldn't see past it.

For example, when Nana died, I was sorta pissy -

Cousin: I know. (Laughing.) I remember...

(Slight pause.)

Me: Oh? Tell. What'd I do?

Cousin: You came up to a couple of us who were laughing and said, 'Now isn't really the time to be having fun.' I mean, we were all sad. But you were sorta dark about it.

Me: Wow. I don't remember that at all.

Cousin: You don't remember yelling at us?

Me: No. But it sounds like me. I must've blocked it out. I do that occasionally. I rarely remember stories where I'm the asshole.

My mom reminded me that once, when my boys were babies and had finally fallen asleep, I yelled at my brother because his *ankles* made too much noise.

My friend Ariana reminded me that during an overnight visit to her house around the same time, I'd turned off all the lights and even knocked on her bedroom door to get her to turn down the television.

Cousin: You did that? That's insane.

Me: No judgments. I had twin baby boys. I had a right to be insane.

My point is, I don't remember on my own. Luckily, though, I'm surrounded by people who don't hesitate to remind me.

So lucky.

Cousin: (laughter) No, we don't mind telling you.

Back when Nana died, I swore I'd never go back - not even to visit. And now, nine years later, I see the area with different eyes. I see where my mom grew up. I see where I was born and made millions of memories. I see opportunities to talk to relatives I adore, see cousins and aunts and uncles who still love me, even though I was pissy for a long time. I see forgiveness and acceptance and kindness in the faces that surround me.

Dunmore.

Kirkwood.

Windsor.

Conklin.

The rolling hills of Pennsylvania and New York are not only beautiful. They offer solace and a return to my roots.

Something I appreciate now more than ever.

Know how my cousin ended the conversation?

When you movin' back?

Assbag of the Week - President George W. Bush

The State Children's Health Care Insurance Program (SCHIP) is a successful federal-state partnership that currently provides health insurance to about 6 million children whose parents make too much to qualify for health coverage under Medicaid, yet cannot afford private insurance.

Both the House and the Senate recently voted to expand the program's eligibility requirements and cover an additional 5.8 million kids; the expansion will be paid for by raising cigarette taxes.

Yesterday, President Bush vetoed this legislation.

Who's going to side with sick children to help override Bush's veto and obtain health insurance coverage for millions of kids?

Use this form to tell your rep in Congress - vote to expand SCHIP.

Or this form.

Or locally, let's make some phone calls.

Senator Andy McElhany: 303-866-4880
Representative Bob Gardner: 303-866-2191
Representative Lamborn: 202-225-4422

More About Rachel Corrie

Nothing elicits more venom than when I stray from the Accepted Liberal Path and show an ability to think outside the box.

Still a liberal.

Handle it, Lefties.

To the right wingers who mistake a call for personal responsibility with total lack of compassion and spew out nastiness for a young girl who should never have been killed - you obviously miss the point. So go bother Rush Limbaugh's blog and leave my sh*t alone. I don't really need you on my side.

In related news...

Some of my thoughts were printed in The Denver Post as a letter to the editor. It's a start.

And so my infiltration of the west commences.

Suck it, haters.

Happy Halloween

From Obi Won-Kenobi and Stormtrooper.

Legacy of Love

Aunt Marie and Uncle Eddie lived in a little brick house with a creek in the backyard and a highway in front. They hosted patio parties where I devoured red velvet cake and the attention of adoring relatives.

Aunt Marie took care of everyone and Uncle Eddie made everyone laugh.

Great couple.

I'd play teatime with Aunt Marie's fancy teacups and eat Uncle Eddie's famous pancakes (secret ingredient: beer) while trying to get a clear signal on their rabbit-eared television. Sometimes, my siblings and I played with cousins out back or we all drove up to Nathaniel Cole Park for a swim.

Brother, Sister and I benefited from the close relationship shared between Mom and Aunt Marie.

They understood each other. Both quiet and soft-spoken in a family of boisterous characters -they shared a similar kindness and consideration for others. Even had the same facial expressions. Uncle Eddie used to say that Aunt Marie won't ever be dead as long as Mom is alive.

Still.

Aunt Marie died early Sunday morning - peacefully, surrounded by love. The last of our family's own Greatest Generation.

And as I leave today for the Scranton/Binghamton area, I can't help but think about this lovely woman who left us. A woman who cared for others, including her oldest sister and oldest child, before ever thinking of herself.

A woman who had a way of listening that made you feel heard.

As a young woman, my mother went away to school for the first time and felt homesick and sad. So she called Aunt Marie. Her aunt's gentle support encouraged Mom to stay and eventually finish nursing school. Couldn't have done it without her.

Mom continues Aunt Marie's legacy when talking to me or anyone else who might cry and wish to come home. Who might just need someone to listen. Mom's quiet understanding and love continues to work its magic.

So I guess Uncle Eddie's right. Aunt Marie lives on.

Still.

I miss her very much.

And always will.