Mr. President, please re-read these....

http://kucinich.house.gov/News/DocumentSingle.aspx?DocumentID=93581

Ok, now that you've READ THEM, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

President Obama Lets Fly The "B-Word!"

Shortly after a press conference by Repugnican Mitch McConnell ( a left-over former high-ranking fascist in the Bush-Cheney-Rice junta), wherein McConnell disparaged everything that President Obama has ever said, done, mentioned or supported, Mr. Obama issued a brief statement.

"My former Senate colleague, from the state of Kentucky, is a fowl-mouthed liar who prides himself on that fact. He wishes to return the United States to the days of slavery for blacks, browns, reds yellows---you get the picture. He is a plutocrat. He has been rabidly against every positive, progressive change that has occurred in the last 50 years. You check his voting record for yourself.

I speak for many in Washington, when I say, McConnell, you bee-yotch, we wish you'd return to cruising for closet gays in Cherokee Park near Hogan's fountain in Louisville, KY, like you used to, and get the hell out of Washington DC!"

The President was visibly angry.

When the Capital press started blowing smoke up Fox News' passageways about this, the Fox propagandists asked the president if he would be stepping down, for saying the so-called "B-word" on live television. President Obama replied, "I stand by my comment, turkey, and by the way, I hate it when you ask me things that I have already answered! From now on, don't any of you ask me me twice about something I have already elucidated," and he turned deftly and quickly left the room.

A quick perusal of internet research seems to show that Pres. Obama is the first president in office to have said the "B -word," and not been ashamed. Bully for Obama!

Review of Conference, Psychedelic Science In the 21st Century

Being one of my favorite areas of interest, I registered months in advance to attend this conference. And, it was (relatively) nearby in San Jose, CA. I have been fortunate in the past to have attended some very interesting meetings, including ones in Switzerland and Madrid. So, given all the hype MAPS (the Multidisciplinary Association For Psychedelic Studies, a great organization I have supported for years) put out about this conference, I literally was expecting it to be a world-class affair, replete with nightly entertainment, parties and lots of merriment.

I was sorely disappointed. It was "sold out," that is, all the tickets were sold. That's good for MAPS. And being trained as a psychiatrist and biologist, I found the research presented was very promising. But it was the way it was done that was, well, a bummer. A large "plenary" meeting room with slides and the laser pointer--I had to constantly suppress my urge to instantly fall into REM sleep every time the slides came on. While I had previously read all or nearly all of the research presented at the conference, it is still nice to hear it presented by the scientists who actually did the research, to meet them and to be able to ask questions afterwards. I had met most of these docs before at previous conferences, and it truly is an honor--some of them more than others, of course.

There were 3 'tracks'--one geared toward medical doctors, to be eligible for CMEs (continuing medical education credits, that all doctors need to maintain their medical license current)--this was the one in the large meeting room. Several critiques follow: the other 2 'tracks' were situated in rooms quite far from the big room (literally on the other side of a large hotel complex--a good walk in the blazing San Jose sun) and they were in rooms much much too small to accommodate the interested conference participants. Thus these talks, which were some of the more interesting, in my opinion, were presented unfortunately in tightly crowded rooms strongly reeking of various body odors, mainly sweat. Another critique is that even in the large room there was no coffee or tea. Several of these extremely statistically-oriented talks for sure demanded a jolt of caffeine to assimilate. There was not even coffee or tea to be bought, except in the restaurant of the hotel, or a Starbucks 10 minutes away. Not real conference-goer-friendly. Most conferences even those on the most mundane and inane subjects at least provide coffee!

There was some entertainment presented, especially good was Andrew Jones and Phaedra Ana's dance and light spectacle, "Pha-droid." Also the talk by Carolyn "Mountain Girl" Garcia was a fun-spirited romp through her own personal psychedelic history, replete with many rock and roll and literary luminaries. So, already being aware of most of the research, I decided that the best thing I could do there would be to meet new people, to network. I did my best. But there seemed to be basically a few "types" of attendees at this conference. There were "straight" people, doctors, nurses, social workers and even a lawyer I met from Alaska. These folks for the most part had never been to such a conference before, and for them it was interesting and all new. Then, there were the "psychedelic" people (I am in that category)--I saw many familiar faces, but realized (finally) that most of them were there to promote themselves, or sell their wares.

I finally grasped that, although I had tried to make real friendships with this group over the years, it never got past the superficial. The feeling I get from this crowd is "you are not as cool as us, therefore you don't really matter." I realized something profound--just because they, like me, value psychonautic exploration and the therapeutic uses of entheogens, does not necessarily make them approachable or nice people, or even folks I want to waste my time trying to befriend. So, I quit. Needless to say, there were no parties organized by MAPS or even partially sponsored by them. I had queried Rick Doblin about this before the conference and was told that some of the researchers had asked that there be none, so the focus especially for the media would be on serious science, and not give the hoary image of drug-addled partiers (I paraphrase him.) While that is a valid point, I think (and told Rick this) there could have and should have been a happy medium.

Thus, while I still support psychedelic research and the use of these sacred substances for consciousness expansion and study, this will be the last such event I shall attend. For me, it was a waste of money and time.

Define "Tebagging."

teabagging

An adult act performed by consenting republican/conservatives on each other to express their fake outrage to imaginary tax increases (most of these idiots actually just got a tax break) During this act one republican/conservative nut job (pun intended) drops his pants in public and slowly lowers his scrotum into the eager mouth of another right wing nut lover. Some basic Teabagging participation rules 1: Participants have to be very low income (preferably on welfare) 2: Participants have to be avid Fox News watchers (this makes certain the participants are brainwashed to the extent of being borderline retarded) 3: Participants have to be republican/conservative On 04/15/09 (Tax Day) broke ass republicans throughout the country gathered in public and performed mass teabagging on each other for hours while complaining about some imaginary tax increases

Feliz Cumple

Itchy, in furbeastian, commands the computer!

My feline, Itchy, awoke very, very vocally this afternoon. First, it was the usual gutteral growlings, 'nice to see ya,' 'take a sedative'and such. Then he got to the "meat of the matter." I went to open a window for him as this usually soothes his savage beastiness.

But today, this only made it worse! He glared at me with the blazing jackal eyes of Horus. "What do you want of me, Itchy?" "I am only Terran," 'Eeehharehrh!' "Ok, you are correct, technically, I am a Terran, Klingon, Vulcan hybrid, but what is your point, mofo?"

'Burrrraaarrroow." "Really?" 'Eehrrraow" "No way Itchy." 'Aahrrah" "Itchy, you have listened to that Aretha Franklin record forty times today--you expect me to play it AGAIN?!" 'RAUHRAH! 'NAAAR' "OK. OK. I'LL PLAY IT ONE MORE TIME YOU ZOOANOETIC FREAKAZOID!"

"Sorry Itchy, this very limited, irrationally-programmed, super-slooooow Terran 'computer' is not cooperating." Itchy pounced from my lap onto the keyboard. With a few rapid, deft strokes of his back left paw the computer not only unfroze but "All I'm askin' is for a lil respect...when ya com home!" ; the Aretha belted out of the tiny tinny computer speakers.

Itchy crowed 'rr rrr rrrrr rrrre 'pech," in alley-cat harmony. For a cloned Felis montanis hybrid, he had a pretty nice voice, Sometimes his rhythm was off, but hell, he is a fuckin' CAT, and he just woke up.

"Are you happy now, your freakin' majesty?"

He just smiled baring his fangs.

The Terran/Vulcan noted to himself, "I will remember he can do that when the computer malfunctions. To prevent so much goddamn frustration, one of the worst terran emotions."

Call Obama And Make Him VETO the Health Care Fakery

Please join me in calling the President---DONT JUST EMAIL!--- to urge/demand that he veto the "Healthcare Reform" as it is currently devoid of any real REFORM.

Since the overt Fascists, like Kentucky's Mitch McConnell, and weaselly turncoats like Joe Lieberman (as a minority party) still managed to GUT this legislation, imperfect as it was when passed by the House of Representatives--at least the House version retained a bit of REAL REFORM--that of the Public Option, which the public of the United States overwhelmingly demands BE AN OPTION.

The sold-out cowards in the majority party spit on the grave of their late colleague, Ted Kennedy, by assenting on this lousy bait-and-switch.

The White House can be reached at 1-202-456-1111.

Give 'em a piece of your mind! I just did!