Damun's Dementia

Hurricane (Uncensored) by 30 Seconds To Mars

2011-08-27T17:58:00.003-04:00

Need A Computer PLEASE!!!!

2010-06-30T17:50:00.002-04:00

My Evil Kitty Spooky knocked a speaker over onto mine... I'm too poor to afford a new one.

The Night Before Xmas...

2009-12-19T20:18:00.001-05:00

Before reading - get some tissues - you'll be in tears...

Kudos to all the soldiers who made the choice to serve and protect or nation. Regardless of your political, moral or religious beliefs - judge not and honor them as individuals. May this be a reminder to keep especially during this time of year and forever. Please share this with as many folks as possible – Thank you.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary; I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how i pictured a United States soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, my Corps."

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark, night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "carry on Santa, its Christmas day, all is secure."

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night."

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sharing this with as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. Service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.

Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, Living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

2009 Holiday Video Slideshow

2009-12-18T16:15:00.012-05:00

Sorry folks, but as I am practically destitute – I still wanted to give y'all something other than the ever ubiquitous: “Warm Holiday Wishes” (blah-blah-blah, etc… etc… etc…). So I spent the past few weeks compiling this video-slideshow for your enjoyment. I hope you will be satisfied with the results. May your Holiday's be Merry AND Gay! LOL! ~D~

A CHRISTMAS STORY

When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that 3 of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink.

In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to put it?"

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

Attention Whore Joe Lieberman...

2009-12-16T14:10:00.002-05:00

This is posted with the permission of the author. Please read the full article at http://www.johnposts.com/opinion/politics/letter-connecticut-senator-joe-lieberman/#more-561

NYS Senator Tom Duane fights to cap shelter costs

2009-08-04T16:09:00.000-04:00

GAY PRIDE

2009-06-01T00:00:00.000-04:00

Today is June 1. It’s the official start of Gay Pride.

Over the next four weeks, we’re told to 1.) be proud of our sexual orientation and gender identity, 2.) that diversity is a gift and 3.) that sexual orientation and gender identity are inherent and cannot be intentionally altered. If you’d like a “gayducation”, click here.

As we celebrate the progress and history of LGBTQ rights and equality, it’s important to recognize the overlaps and intersections of oppressed people everywhere. While this month focuses its attention on the gays, I suggest focusing attention on the countless other groups that face discrimination and marginalization.

Embracing the diversity of this planet is important for all people. Logically, I’d assume that marginalized people would be especially accepting and understanding of other marginalized folks. As it turns out, it doesn’t necessarily work that way.

I’m always surprised when I encounter an openly racist gay person (though, to lesser degrees, I’m certain that everyone is racist). Or a gay person that embraces genderism. Or a lesbian that is antisemitic.

At the end of the day, it’s not helpful to point fingers at others. I can only control myself (and even then, it’s often touch and go). So, this month, and every month, I’ll challenge myself to embrace the myriad of people that inhabit this planet. Inspired by Pride, I’ll cherish the colorful mosaic that is the human race. I’ll remind myself that our vast differences add value to our collective human experience.

And moreover, I’ll recognize that those vast differences pale in comparison to our similarities and the one light from which all of us emanate.

“In Somino Exsiccatio”

2009-03-30T01:05:00.003-04:00

“In Somino Exsiccatio”
(The Draining Dream)

Caravaggio: detail from “The Sacrifice of Isaac”

An erotic short story
Nurse Feratau ™ Publishing, Ink.

The night was dark and damp as Nathan paced impatiently about the room while a cool breeze drifted in through the window. The full moon came out from behind a cloud and shone brightly through the naked branches of the ancient oaks, just past the balcony overlooking a small pond. His prominent nipples almost protruded through the fabric of the flimsy black satin and lace shirt which bulged at the seams over his rippled torso and strong, muscular arms. Somewhere in the imposing Victorian manse, a grandfather-clock began chiming the hour of eight – it was almost time for his arrival…

Sighing – yet tingling with excitement, he turned from the open French doors and walked back towards his antique dressing table, his motorcycle boots clicking on the polished parquet floors. Nathan sat down in front of the mirror and began brushing and re-styling his longish, rusty-colored auburn hair. After finishing his “touch-ups”, he turned to the stereo and placed five CD’s of Scarlatti harpsichord sonata’s into the changer. Within seconds of the first notes blazing out of the speakers, he felt – rather than heard, the gentle flapping of wings outside the double doors leading onto the balcony.

As always, he turned and watched in fascination as the bat-thing slowly changed shape to become a man. The creature held Nathan in his gaze, eyes flashing a bright, blood-red, just briefly before returning to their natural brownish-black natural color. “Well it’s about time you showed up bitch”, said Nathan, “Why do you always keep me waiting for what seems to be like an infinity?” The vampire only smiled, flashing extremely sharp, blindingly white fangs and bowed apologetically.

Then in a frightening show of supremacy, swiftly materialized right in front of Nathan, startling him and grabbed him in his arms, “Ah, Nathaniel, my reflection… my love…” he whispered in his ear before roughly grabbing the back of Nathan’s head, pulling it back and shoving his snake-like tongue into his mouth. Nathan could only moan in eagerness of what was yet to come. Then, without warning and much to Nathan’s chagrin, the vampire disengaged and gently led him to the full length mirror at the opposite end of the room.

Again, the vampire grabbed the back of Nathan’s head and forced him to look at the reflection and said “Now call me by name”. Nathan looked at the reflection; there was no trace of the vampire at all. “I am yours, Damien – do with me as you will”, Nathan said.

The vampire smiled in triumph and dropping his jaw, inhumanly and slowly twisted his long, merciless tongue around Nathan’s neck, flicking its tip along the line of his bulging jugular. Nathan watched in complete enthrallment, as invisible hands undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his muscular, hairless chest – the tender pink nipples expanding in the cool, evening air. A shiver of anticipated ecstasy raced up his spine as the unseen hands began to undo first his belt, then his tight, form fitting black leather jeans.

He continued to observe as the shirt was practically ripped off his back; the leather pants slowly inch their way over his supple buttocks, as his large, thick, fully erect cock sprang into view, then down his muscular thighs and calves in what was much more than just a teasing manner… As usual, Nathan felt more alive during these moments then ever in his normal day-to-day life.

When he finally saw himself standing naked in the reflection, Nathan suddenly felt a surge of vertigo as Damien suddenly lifted him up into his arms and placed him on the bed. Nathan lay there helplessly as the fiend securely strapped him down, spread-eagled to the head and baseboards – while his aching cock throbbed vulnerably in the cool, empty air.

As soon as the vampire was satisfied with Nathan’s suppression, he stood up and gestured with his left hand. Immediately, the doors and windows closed and locked themselves. He then snapped his fingers and all the lights went out as several candles sprang to life with dancing flames. Then, with a barely perceptible slight twist of his wrist, the volume on the stereo rose by several decibels – thus, if there were any neighbors to call the police about “the horrible screams” coming from the house – there would be no one to hear them…

The harpsichord swelled with the music. To Nathan, it seemed as if the world was drowning in all the trills, turns and the rising and falling glissandos – while his untended, untouched and aching cock continued to pulse in time with his rapid heartbeat, dripping pre-cum into a small puddle now forming in his navel. Nathan managed to crane his head forward and looked at Damien. It seemed as if he were dithering – as if he were standing behind a shimmering curtain of heat…

The vampire fell on all fours and began to crawl towards Nathan. As he moved, he metamorphosed into wolf form – his clothes falling into a pile behind him. The beast leaped up onto the bed and placed its head between Nathan’s legs. Using its massive paws to slightly lift Nathan’s muscular legs, it began to lick at his asshole. Nathan closed his eyes and moaned – the beastly tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, while the fur on the sides of its head lightly brushed his inner thighs, further stoking his lust.

Nathan tensed as he felt the wolf’s long, probing tongue enter him – stroking deep inside. He shuddered – on the brink of orgasm, when the wolf suddenly pulled his tongue out and gently, but firmly, took Nathan’s balls into his mouth and clamped his jaws down – preventing the inevitable eruption – at least momentarily, as Nathan moaned in suffering and alarm.

Abruptly, the wolf let go and entered Nathan with its tongue again, this time, pressing its cold, wet nose to the area between his balls and asshole and varying between chomping his nuts to eating his ass. Nathan’s eye’s rolled back into his head with delirium when the wolf suddenly stopped his administrations, jumped on his chest and just licked, nipped at and chewed his soon to be raw nipples.

Covered in a light film of sweat and panting, Nathan watched through bleary, yearning eyes as the vampire transformed himself back into human form… He looked Damien up and down lustfully: the deep, dark eyes; the longish curly light-brown hair; the broad shoulders and muscular chest and abdomen; the tight, hard little nipples; the strong, powerful legs… Then there was the face: full lips, a strong jaw, high cheekbones… He seemed almost a god.

Glancing down, Nathan saw that Damien’s hard-on was huge and arching painfully towards him. His cock seemed to be pulsing in time to the music, as if it had a life all its own.
Damien crawled up onto the bed and stopped just short of cramming his enormous cock down Nathan’s throat – instead he slapped Nathan across the face repeatedly with it, until tears ran down his face from the onslaught. Damien’s cock felt like a baseball bat, it was almost as long and definitely just as hard and thick – Nathan thought he was going to pass out from the onslaught of rock hard, Vampiric cock-flesh assaulting and bruising his tender face.

Without warning, Damien pinched Nathan’s esophagus viciously forcing him to open his mouth wide in a feeble, desperate attempt to get oxygen – and crammed his gargantuan cock down his throat. Nathan sputtered and gagged but managed to accommodate the monsters cock with no more than a few new tears streaming down his now bruised and battered face. Now it was Damien’s turn to moan with pleasure…

Eventually, he pulled out enough for Nathan to go to town. Not one to be bested in any way – let alone sex, Nathan worked Damien’s cock like a Hoover in a field of dust-bunnies. All his years of hustling, had in a way, paid off after all. First he flicked his tongue over and around the monstrous, convulsing piss-hole – then he began sucking at and nibbling on the throbbing underside of the unnaturally long shaft.

Damien’s breathing became hoarse and rapid, coming in short, spasmodic bursts. He began groaning loudly as he felt Nathan’s mouth going down his shaft – the tongue moving from left to right on the underside of his fuck-pole as Nathan slowly inched his way towards his pubes. Meanwhile, Nathan could taste Damien’s pre-cum on his tongue and at the back of his throat – it sent a zinging sensation rattling through his muscular frame, making his cock bob and bounce uncontrollably in anticipation of the inevitable end.

Without warning, Nathan felt Damien’s immense cock throb in the weirdest way and grow even larger as it began re-entering his already ravaged throat… Meanwhile, his own as yet unattended cock was still pulsing, almost burning – actually, it was so hard, it hurt. The pool of pre-cum in his navel had begun filling the cuts of his washboard abs like tiny canals. Sensing Nathan’s anguish, Damien lightly gripped the sides of his head and slowly began to withdraw himself from the hot, wet, open, willing mouth.

The vampire stood, moved to the foot of the bed and again began to shimmer – it seemed as if he were fading away. Now, where once stood the vampire, a fog-like substance hovered over the bed. It paused momentarily before descending upon Nathan. A moan of ecstasy escaped Nathan’s lips as he began to thrash about wildly – pulling on the tethers that held him tightly to the bed – as the fog began caressing his entire body. Millions of microscopic droplets of water touched him; felt him, as if each individual cell of his body was being made love to – all except one part. His painfully aching, throbbing cock had still to be touched. Nathan’s muscular frame twitched beneath the onslaught of the gentle pressure of the cool mist.

Nathan’s body went rigid, almost on the brink of orgasm when he felt the fog gently caress, then firmly enter his twitching asshole. He felt it penetrate him, working its way past his swollen sphincter, ever upwards and through his body – caressing his inner organs. The unbearable pleasure was too much. Fresh tears welled in his eyes as they rolled back into his head and the inevitable release began. Writhing in rapture, Nathan screamed as both his mind and body were racked by what seemed like orgasm after orgasm until they ran together and became one long, agonizing cum.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A half-hour later, though it seemed as if an eternity had passed, Nathan woke to find himself free of the restraints, but the evil mist was still inside him and surrounding him, stroking his still hard cock and caressing his raw, ravaged and now tender eraser-like nipples. He felt the fog slowly begin to withdraw from his body. When it had barely exited his asshole it suddenly solidified and thrust upward and into the depths of his now damned soul. His asshole had never been stretched to such limits before and Nathan screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The vampire held his cock firmly in position.

Fresh tears welled in Nathan’s eyes as he looked up at Damien with a mixture of fear, lust, hatred and longing. He saw that Damien’s eyes had become a bright, glowing crimson. He also noticed that his canines had begun to extend themselves – long and sharp, gleaming in the candlelight which made his face a mask of hideous shadows.

Slowly, agonizingly and inhumanly slowly, Damien began to withdraw his monstrous cock, yet when just the head was barely out of Nathan’s ass, he would re-enter him again in the same fashion. This was unbearably delicious torture to Nathan whose body began to convulse as waves of pleasure gripped his being. It seemed as if it went on for hours, this agonizingly long, slow supernatural fuck – when abruptly Damien completely withdrew and stood.

Nathan’s gaping asshole spasmodically opened and closed, as if trying to grab Damien’s cock and restore it to the cavernous opening, yet failing to refill and satisfy its need. Nathan looked up at Damien, his pleading eyes betraying nothing. Suddenly he found himself being lifted from the bed. The vampire had grabbed a nipple in each hand and with preternatural strength, was holding him off the floor, arms and legs dangling free like a rag-doll.

The pain was excruciatingly delicious, yet terror now gripped Nathan’s heart. Damien lowered him enough to bring them face to face, immortal eyes glowing like coals while still firmly and tightly gripping each nipple, “Is this what you want?” he hissed through clenched teeth, fangs dripping with anticipation. “You summon me in hopes of this? To become one of us – like us? You stupid human!” said Damien as he slowly and cruelly twisted each nipple between thumb and forefinger. Fresh tears sprang from Nathan’s eyes as his head rolled back limply, yet his cock remained hard, throbbing and dripping a new batch of pre-cum.

Without warning, Damien dropped Nathan on the floor, grabbed him by the hair and flung him across the room and face down on the bed. Suddenly, the vampire thrust the entire length of his massive cock into him. Nathan felt his breath get knocked out him and it seemed as if the entire universe had collapsed around him. He struggled to retain consciousness as Damien savagely raped his well-worn, stretched out asshole.

Meanwhile, Damien’s fangs had grown extremely long and sharp; he leaned forward, raking claw-like hands up and across Nathan’s back leaving behind a trail of blood-filled welts. He bent down and began to nuzzle the nape of Nathan’s neck – his long, probing tongue stabbing at the jugular, in anticipation of the delectable treasure this particular vein held.

Damien’s thrusts began to go deeper into Nathan, while his hands, more like talons now, were continuously raising more and more welts across his back and the sides of his rippled torso, until eventually a trickle of blood seeped out. Damien’s pumping hips increased their rhythm as his hoarse breathing became a guttural growl while he pitched himself into Nathan’s ass even as his eyes became a deep, blood red.

At this point, Nathan began pushing his ass back to meet the vampires thrusting. Blood and sweat poured from their bodies as they slammed into each other with animalistic abandon.

Without warning, Damien’s throbbing cock began undulating deep in Nathan’s ass. Again, his eyes rolled back into his head with delirium. Nathan suddenly reached back and grabbed Damien’s ass tightly, pulling him in deeper as he felt the vampire’s cock engorge itself inside him. In his mind, he knew the end was near – the final orgasm was fast approaching and when it was over, he would be either unconscious or dead.

Like a well-oiled piston, Damien rammed his huge cock into Nathan over and over. He let out an ear-shattering roar as he bent forward towards the waiting neck. The blood was beckoning him, wanting him, needing him as he needed it to survive. Abruptly, he plunged his fangs into Nathan’s pulsating jugular. The blood spurted forth, hitting the roof of his mouth, splashing the back of his throat and Damien swallowed greedily. Within seconds he had drained Nathan of at least a quart of blood, if not more.

At that same moment, Nathan came again – so powerfully that it seemed stars were exploding in his head as he slowly lost consciousness, while his ass walls began contracting, triggering Damien’s own orgasm. The vampire’s immense cock spewed forth his unholy load. He lifted his head and bellowed like a beast in agony as he continued erupting deep into Nathan’s plundered ass – bloody, Vampiric cum already dripping from the gaping, still stuffed, impossibly stretched-out hole…

A few minutes later, after it was all over, Damien looked down at Nathan. He was nothing more than a tangle of limbs and bedclothes – laying there, limp and lifeless; completely physically and mentally exhausted. Sweat, blood and cum were everywhere.

He leaned down, gently kissed his bruised cheek, dressed quickly and changed back into bat form before flying off into the night.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Nathan woke with a start, fumbling with the alarm clock to turn it off. He glanced around the dingy apartment; everything was still depressingly the same. The sun glared through the dirty little windows that looked out into the rat-infested alley next to the restaurant. He tossed off the cum-sticky, sweat-soaked sheets and walked naked to the shower. “Well”, he thought to himself, “at least it was a great dream”.

He turned on the shower and turning to piss in the toilet, noticed his face in the mirror; it was pale, gaunt and bruised as if he had indeed been drained or been in a fight. Shrugging it off as being still half asleep, he turned and began to piss. The stream of urine shot out like a canon and as he looked down, noticed blood mixed in with the yellow fluid. Shaking off the last stray drops, he noticed his cock was extremely sore. Actually it felt raw as if he had been jacking off with sandpaper. After flushing, he looked in the mirror again, this time inspecting his face more closely. “Damn, I look like shit”, he said just before noticing the marks on his neck. They looked like really big mosquito bites that had scabbed over.

Concerned, he turned around to look at his back. Sure enough, it looked as if he had been savagely whipped – it was a roadmap of scars and welts. Now he was truly frightened, “it couldn’t be true”, he thought to himself “it was just a silly dream”, as he put down the toilet seat and sat down only to jump up alarmed at the intense pain. His ass felt as raw as his back looked.

Panicking, Nathan ran back into the bedroom. There was blood everywhere; on the sheets, smeared on the walls, even splattered on the floor. He began screaming uncontrollably. Now terrified he ran towards the door and began fumbling with the several locks trying to get out. Then realizing he was still naked, ran back into the room and grabbed his pants off the back of the chair. While putting them on, he lost his balance, tripped and smashed his head into the corner of the nightstand.

Unable to move or even call out for help, Nathan lay prone on the floor, helplessly watching as the blood poured out of his head, soaking the dirty rug with it’s sticky gore…

The End.

©2003 DAMUN®
Nurse Feratau™ Publishing, Ink.

And the Kitties Shall Inherit the Earth.

2009-02-28T23:46:00.002-05:00

Cat Wars...

2009-02-22T01:20:00.003-05:00

Be very afraid...

Ozzy Osbourne-Sympathy for the Devil

2009-02-22T00:05:00.002-05:00

Sorry folks, but gay or not, I'm still a HUGE Ozzy fan... Here is his rendition of the classic song by the Rolling Stones from his Greatest Hits Collection
"Prince of Darkness". Now enjoy!

Courage Campaign

2009-02-17T14:58:00.003-05:00

"Fidelity": Watch the video and join our letter to the state Supreme Court, signed by over 250,000 people. Tell the Supreme Court to invalidate Prop 8, reject Ken Starr's case, and let loving, committed couples marry. DEADLINE EXTENDED: March 2

"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

Etiquette for Cats:

2009-02-13T21:58:00.001-05:00

BATHROOMS: Always accompany your humans and guests to the bathroom. It is not necessary to do anything. Just sit and stare.

DOORS: Do not allow any closed doors in any room. To get door open, stand on hind legs and hammer with forepaws. Once door is opened, it is not necessary to use it. After you have ordered your human to open an outside door, stand halfway in and out and think about several things. This is particularly important during very cold weather, rain, snow, or mosquito season.

CHAIRS AND RUGS: If you have to throw up, get to a chair quickly. If you cannot manage in time, get to an Oriental rug. If there is no Oriental rug, shag is good. When throwing up, make sure you back up so your creation is as long as a human's bare foot.

HAMPERING: If one of your humans is engaged in some activity and the other is idle, stay with the busy one. This is called "helping," otherwise known as "hampering." Following are the rules for "hampering:"

1) When supervising cooking, sit just behind the left heel of the cook. You cannot be seen and thereby stand a better chance of being stepped on and then picked up and comforted.

2) For book readers, get in close under the chin, between eyes and book, unless it's possible that you can lie across the book itself.

3) For paperwork, lie on the work in the most appropriate manner so as to obscure as much of the work as possible. Pretend to doze, but every so often reach out and slap the pencil or pen.

4) For people paying bills or working on income taxes keep in mind the primary goal: to hamper! First, sit on the paper being worked on. When you are dislodged, watch sadly from the side of the table. When activity proceeds nicely, roll around on the papers, scattering them to the best of your ability. After being removed for the second time, push pens, pencils, and erasers off the table, one at a time.

5) When a human is holding the newspaper in front of him/her, be sure to jump at or swat at the back of the paper. Humans love to be startled.

6) When a human is working at computer, jump up on desk, walk across keyboard, bat at mouse pointer on screen and then lie in human's lap across arms, hampering typing in progress.

WALKING: As often as possible, dart quickly and as close as possible in front of the human, especially on stairs, when they have something in their arms, in the dark, and when they first get up in the morning. This will help them develop their coordination.

BEDTIME: Always sleep on the human at night so he/she cannot move around. In the mornings, help your human wake up by jumping on them or walking on them and meowing in their ear. Start early, humans never want to get up the first time.

LITTER BOX: When using the litter box, be sure to kick as much litter out of the box as possible. Humans love the feel of kitty litter between their toes.

HIDING: Every now and then, hide in a place where the humans cannot find you. Do not come out for three to four hours under any circumstances. This will cause the humans to panic, thinking that you have run away or are lost. Once you do come out, the humans will cover you with love and kisses and you will probably get a treat.

ONE LAST THOUGHT: Whenever possible, get close to a human (as near the face as possible), turn around, and present your butt to them. Humans love this, so do it often. And don't forget guests.

After JS Bach - D Scarlatti Is My Favourite Composer!

2009-02-13T00:25:00.004-05:00

Scarlatti Harpsichord Solo: The Cat's Fugue
Elaine Comparone plays Scarlatti's Fugue in G minor, later dubbed "The Cat's Fugue" by Muzio Clementi.

Comparone Plays Scarlatti

Harpsichordist Elaine Comparone plays Domenico Scarlatti's Sonata in B-flat Major, K. 545, L. 500 on her 2-manual harpsichord built by William Dowd in 1968.

Harpsichord Performance: Comparone Plays Scarlatti
Harpsichordist Elaine plays Sonata in D minor, K. 517 by Domenico Scarlatti on her 2-manual harpsichord built in 1968 by William Dowd.

For more information: http://www.harpsichord.org/; http://www.lyrichord.com/.

2009-02-11T21:20:00.002-05:00

"13skuylls" Lv. 33 Sanguinarian
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Coming Out Of The Closet Advice

2009-02-09T07:43:00.002-05:00

Continuing our Tuesday’s Tips tradition, this week, we’ll focus on advice for guys and gals looking to come out of the closet. Each and every day, I get countless emails from people of all ages soliciting advice for their particular out-of-the-closet situation. While each situation is different, here are my general guidelines:

1) There is no “good” time to come out. If you’re waiting for the ideal moment to tell someone that you are gay, you may be waiting forever. There will never be a “good” time to come out; however, your heart will tell you when the time is right. At a certain moment, you’ll just have to bite the bullet and spill the beans.

2) But wait. Before you come out, establish a safety net. No one says you have to come out to everyone at once. Coming out is a process. Start by telling a few close friends or family members. Once they are comfortable with your declaration, gradually increase your circle. If you experience any challenges along the way, you’ll be able to fall back on the network of support that you have already built.

3) But wait. Before you tell anyone you are gay, try not to anticipate their response. I’ve learned that it is nearly impossible to predict the reactions of family members and friends. Their political leanings, religious affiliations and personal philosophies may serve as indicators at best, but will not predict their reaction. If you expect someone to react positively, you may be severely crestfallen when they don’t live up to your expectations.

4) But wait. Before you do all of that, realize that there is no rush to come out. You have your whole life ahead of you. You may be confused, and that’s just fine. We’re all confused. As my life’s hero recently said, “I am Deepak Chopra and I don’t know who I am, what I want, or what I want to be when I grow up.” There is no rush to adapt a label. And, there is no reason to adapt a label if it doesn’t feel right or true in your heart of hearts.

5) Now if you do feel ready to come out, and if you are currently in a relationship, consider holding back on the relationship information. Coming out is big enough - especially when dealing with family members. Some family members will unwisely look for someone to blame. If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, that person becomes an easy target (especially if he or she is older). First, come out. Once they are comfortable with that, then share your relationship. Let’s take things one step at a time.

6) Use the internet. And I’m not talking manhunt or craigslist. Use the internet to find a local support group. PFLAG is great - there is probably a group that meets near your hometown. Become active. If you don’t currently have a network of support, it’s a great place to start.

7) Remember, you will get through this. As tough as things may seem, especially if close friends or family members react negatively, trust that you are strong, beautiful and powerful. Someday, you will look back at your coming out journey and smile, knowing that you are all the happier for having taken it.

For many of us, coming out of the closet and openly identifying as gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, questioning or queer can be one of the greatest challenges we’ve faced. If, at any time, you feel overwhelmed by the challenge, please reach out to one of the many open arms before you. If you need help, visit The Trevor Project.

May your journey be one of self-discovery, love and compassion. Hopefully, there will be a few smiles, laughs, hugs, tears and even a cute guy (or girl) along the way.

*** Personal note from DV8ion – I hope this helps many people realize that they are NOT in anyway alone…

Bach Harpsichord concerto BWV 1052 Allegro

2008-12-23T01:12:00.002-05:00

Third movement of Bach d minor concerto with Shalev Ad-El as soloist and conductor with Musiva Viva Amsterdam. TV recording from Brno int. festival October 1992

"Daniel" (Live)

2008-12-23T00:48:00.003-05:00

The Goddess Tori Amos sings her rendition of the timeless Elton John classic.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oC5H3fGbcpo&feature=rec-fresh+div

After all these years and recent developments - this song still brings tears to my eyes. Regardless of whats happened in the long ago past.

Anyway, here's the original...

This is one Dancing Kitty! LOL!

2008-12-23T00:43:00.001-05:00

The Best Cat Video Ever!

2008-12-23T00:39:00.000-05:00

Katy Perry "I Kissed A Girl"

2008-12-21T00:37:00.000-05:00

Amanda Palmer, Margaret Cho double-team Katy Perry

Free Hugs Campaign

2008-12-20T15:33:00.001-05:00

Official Page (music by Sick Puppies.net )

Cellist Matt Haimovitz and Uccello play Kashmir by Led Zep.

2008-12-18T19:12:00.008-05:00

This was actually so beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes. However, please refer to my earlier post on this song where the Gypsy Violinist played the same song - with only 3 other musicians accompanying her! Anyway - you can see it here: http://dv8ion.blogspot.com/2008/08/gypsies-playing-kashmir-by-led-zep.html

Communist Catmas

2008-12-17T16:42:00.001-05:00

http://rathergood.com/christmas

ENJOY!!!

All Our Love,

DV8, Boo & Spooky

=^..^=

MEOW BABY!!!

Holiday "Funnies"

2008-12-17T03:08:00.005-05:00

A CHRISTMAS STORY

When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that 3 of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink.

In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to put it?"
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

The 12 Steps of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas my (biological - shudder, shudder!), family gave to me…

12 Shrinks A Shrieking
11 Crack-pipes Cracking
10 Uncles Drinking
9 Aunts Denying
8 Sisters Crying
7 Brothers Fighting
6 Cousins Kissing
5 Valiums
4 Thorazines
3 Prozac’s
2 Black Eyes
And another year of Therapy.

CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE PSYCHIATRICALLY CHALLENGED:

SCHIZOPHRENIA:
Do you Hear What I Hear?

DEMENTIA:
I Think I'll Be Home for Christmas

NARCISSISTIC:
Hark, the Herald Angels Sing…
About Me…

MANIC:
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and...

PARANOID:
Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me.

PERSONALITY DISORDER:
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry,
I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell you why...

BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER:
Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire...

OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER:
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
…(better start again!)…

DEAR SANTA...

Dear Santa:

You must be surprised that I'm writing you today, the 26th of December.

Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month! (While filled with illusion I wrote you a letter), I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year! Not only was I first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you Santa, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me. With my parents, my brothers, my friends and with my neighbors, I would go on errands and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing I wouldn't do for humanity!

WHAT BALLS YOU HAVE LEAVING ME A FUCKING YO-YO, a STUPID ASS WHISTLE, AND A PAIR OF SOCKS!! What the FUCK were you THINKING, YOU FAT SON OF A BITCH!?! That you've taken me for a SUCKER THE WHOLE FUCKING YEAR, to come out with some SHIT LIKE THIS under the damn tree. AS IF YOU HADN'T FUCKED ME ENOUGH, YOU GAVE THAT LITTLE SHITHEAD ACROSS THE SREET SO MANY FUCKING TOYS, THAT HE CAN'T EVEN WALK INTO HIS DAMN HOUSE!

Please don't let me see you come to my house Next Year! I'LL FUCK YOU UP! I'll throw rocks at those STUPID ASS REINDEERS OF YOURS, AND SCARE THEM THE FUCK AWAY, SO YOU'LL HAVE TO WALK YOUR BIG FAT ASS EVERYWHERE, JUST LIKE I HAVE TO DO SINCE YOU DIDN'T GET ME THAT FUCKING BIKE, YOU PUNK BITCH!

You know what Santa, FUCK YOU!!! Next year you'll find out HOW BAD I CAN REALLY FUCKING BE...YOU'VE BEEN STEPPING ON THIS MOTHERFUCKER FAR TOO LONG! SO WATCH YOUR BACK NEXT YEAR, YOU FAT SON OF A BITCH!

Sincerely,
Little Johnny

Gay Santa…

Santa Is A Woman… Unless he's gay!!!

Couldn't be, could he?

He's into fantasy; has a stocking fetish; is a shopaholic; is into fancy dress; would do anything for a party; has no children of his own, nor a woman in his life; will go anywhere at any hour of the night; has a harem of 'elves'; is madly creative; and is still game to take all night to do what he used to do all night... And what about the sugarplum fairies?

And those songs with camp words:
'Don we now our gay apparel...'
'Santa Claus is coming...'
[There must be more]

He's into 'different' reindeer - one of which is called Prancer!

I wonder!

Dear God, unless he's a pedophile. Oh no!

Holiday Eating Tips

Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

Drink as much eggnog as you can and quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat.Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's The Holidays!!!

If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free, lots of it. Hello?

Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the centre ofattention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes.

If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.Same for pies: Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat… Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but please avoid it at all costs. I mean, have some standards.

One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

Have an amazing day!

If Santa answered his mail honestly...

Dear Santa
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv bena gud boy all yeer.
Yer Frend,
BiLLy

Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a frigging book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!
Santa

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Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!
Love,
Sarah

Dear Sarah,
You're parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa

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Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love,
Teddy

Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your fat mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa

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Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba. Love,
Francis

Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay.
Santa

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Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love,
Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of scotch.
Santa

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Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?
Your friend,
Thomas

Dear Thomas,

All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa

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Dear Santa,

Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love,
Jessica

Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.
Santa

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Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one? Timmy

Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.
Santa

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Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky

Mark,
First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams,
Santa

Merry Friggin’ Christmas Everyone… And Fuck You Too! LOL!!!

The Fucking Night Before Christmas, Dammit

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house everybody felt shitty -
- even the mouse.
Mom at the Whorehouse
and Dad smoking grass;
I'd just settled down
for a nice piece of ass.
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprung for my piece
to see what’s the matter.
Then out on the lawn
I saw a big dick
I knew in a moment:
it must be Saint Nick.
He came down the chimney
like a bat out of hell
I knew in that moment
the fat fucker fell.
He filled all our stockings
with pretzels and beer
and a big rubber dick
for my brother the queer.
He rose up the chimney
with a thunderous fart:
That son of a bitch
blew the chimney apart,
He swore and he cursed
as he rode out of sight
"Piss on you all and have a hell of a night!"

The Night Before Christmas:
Italian Style...

Twas the night before Christmas,
Da whole house was mella,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla.
When up on da roof
I heard somethin' pound,
I sprung to da window,
To scream, "YO! Keep it down!"
When what to my Wanderin' eyes should appear,
But da Don of all elfs,
And eight friggin' reindeer!
Wit' slicked back black hair,
And a silk red suit,
don Christopher wuz here,
And he brought da loot!
Wit' a slap to dare snouts,
And a yank on dare manes,
He cursed and he shouted,
And he called dem by name.
"Yo Tony, Yo Frankie, Yo Vinny, Yo Vito,
Ay Joey, Ay Paulie, Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!"
As I drew out my gun And hid by da bed,
He flew troo da winda
And slapped me 'side da head.
"What da hell you doin'
Pullin' a gun on da Don?
Now all you're gettin' is coal,
You friggin' moron!"
Den pointin' a fat finga
Right unda my nose,
He twisted his pinky ring,
And up da chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh,
Obscenities screamin',
Away dey all flew,
Before he troo dem a beatin'.
Den I heard him yell out,
What I did least expect,
"Merry Friggin' Christmas to all,
And yous better show some respect!"

SANTA IS A WOMAN!

I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she. Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing, social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off!

For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman.

Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the shopping bag.

Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.

Even if the male Santa DID still have reindeer, he'd also have the transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.

Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:

-Men can't pack a bag.
-Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
-Men would feel their masculinity is threatened... having to be seen with all those
elves.
-Men don't answer their mail.
-Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described, even in jest, as
anything remotely resembling a "bowl full of jelly."
-Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.
-Having to do the Ho Ho Ho thing would seriously inhibit their ability to
pick up women.
-Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.

I can buy the fact that other mythical holiday characters are men:

-Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy.
-Cupid flies around carrying weapons. (GAY!).
-Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers.

Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test.

But not Santa!!!!

3 Wise Women and One Better...

We all know what would have happened if it had been Three Wise Women instead of Three Wise Men...

1. They would have asked directions

2. Arrived on time

3. Helped deliver the baby

4. Cleaned the stable

5. Made a casserole

6. Brought practical gifts and ...

7. There would be Peace on Earth.

What if there were Three Gay Wise Men instead?

1. They would have done a fabulous parade towards Bethlehem in full auburn/gold sequins gown to match the low "Star of Bethlehem" lighting.

2. Arrived early

3. Helped deliver the baby AND dressed it up in a gorgeous butter cream-colored 100% cotton throw.

4. Cleaned the stable AND redecorated it in a "western" theme to match the animals, complete with perfectly-centered mirror ball hanging from the wooden beams.

5. Would not have made a casserole but a flawless entrée of Chilean sea bass dusted in cocoa powder with Guatemalan mangoes in a light chutney mix, mashed potatoes with a light cream fennel sauce and Anjou pears with yogurt cream cheese and Grand Marnier swirls, topped off with a caff/half caff cappuccino con panna.

6. The practical gifts would have included items from the new Martha Stewart Living collection

7. Peace? How can you have peace when the entire night just screams for a drag number?!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

A Very Kitty Catmas - Kitty Xmas Parodies...

2008-12-11T17:18:00.015-05:00

A Cat's 12 Days of Catmas:

On the twelfth day of Catmas my human gave to me:

Twelve bags of catnip!

Eleven tarter Pounce treats,

Ten ornaments hanging,

Nine wads of Kleenex,

Eight peacock feathers,

Seven stolen Q-tips,

Six feathered balls,

Five MILK JUG RINGS!

Four munchy house plants,

Three running faucets,

Two fuzzy mousies,

And a hamster in a plastic ball!!

A Cat's Favorite Catmas Carols:

Away in a Basement

Bark, The Dopey Doggie Sings

Cats Rule the World

Celebrate Catmas!

Claws on the Rooftop

Fluffy, the Snowman

God Rest Ye Napping Kitty-Cats

Have Yourself a Furry Little Catmas

I Saw Mommy Hiss at Santa Claws

Jingley Balls

Joy to the Curled

O’ Come All Ye Selfish

Purring All The Way

Silent Mice

The First Meow

‘Twas the Night Before Catmas

Up on the Mouse-top

We Wish You a Merry Catmas

Wreck the Halls!

A Kitten's 12 Days of Holiday Mischief:

On the first day of Catmas, my kitten ruined for me...

A batch of my special hand-print cookies. I had turned my back to grab the cookie sheet sitting on the stove. In that micro-second, Spooky climbed onto the table, poked his paw into the delightfully kneady mixture and, suddenly off-balance, fell into the cookie dough. Net loss? Six cups of flour, four cups of sugar, three sticks of butter.... Of course, it would have been cheaper to remove the feline ingredient, pick out the hairs, and just rename the recipe Paw Print Cookies.

On the second day of Catmas, my kitten accompanied me....

On a trip to the vet clinic. Who knew that skinny curling ribbon has feline taste appeal? I didn't. Damages: $28 for the office visit, $36 for anesthesia so the veterinarian could take $55 X-rays in case Spooky had taste-tested any other Christmas decorations, and a heck of a lot of embarrassment when the vet removed the 3' curly *tail* in slightly less than two seconds by tugging at it with a pair of tweezers.

On the third day of Catmas, my kitten wrecked for me...

13 ornaments on my Catmas tree. My mistake was forgetting to chain the decorations to the branches. My other error was leaving the room to go to the bathroom while Spooky feigned sleeping under the tree. How was I to know the kitten was actually measuring its climbing potential? Value of broken bulbs? 7.50 plus tax.

On the fourth day of Catmas, my kitten broke for me...

A statue in my Lenox Nativity. Would you believe two Wise men plus a head? Lenox nativity figurines: $55.99

On the fifth day of Catmas, my kitten scratched for me...

The kid across the street who collects for charity. It was an accident. He merely wanted to reach out and touch someone. Unfortunately, he used a unsheathed claw to do so. I settled out-of-court for the cost of a jacket to replace the boy's blood-stained one and a hefty donation to the charity of their choice. Although the amount must remain secret according to our settlement, let me put it this way. You haven't seen many soldiers for the Salvation Army this year, have you? Think: Major Windfall!

On the sixth day of Catmas, my kitten opened for me...

The presents beneath my Catmas tree. It was only two, really. While doing some early shopping at a discount store, I purchased a catnip mouse for Spooky's stocking. Apparently, anything in the same bag as catnip takes on its potent aroma for a very long time. Replacement costs: $3.99 for another roll of Catmas wrapping paper, $4.50 for two empty boxes, $1 each for the kind of bows Spooky can't unravel.

On the seventh day of Catmas, my kitten lost for me...

The earrings I bought for my sister. Actually, it was one earring but since she doesn't have a hole in her nose or navel, a pair of matching earrings does make a more appealing gift. Sale price: $29.95 plus tax.

On the eighth day of Catmas, my kitten helped me...

Replace my E and G guitar strings. Would you believe a kitten could fit into the itty-bitty hole in the middle of my Yamaha guitar? Neither could I, but Spooky thought so. And he succeeded once he got those rascally strings out of the way. Unfortunately, his little rear end couldn't get out the way it came in. After paying through the whiskers for his previous escapades, I would have been willing to leave him in the guitar for the duration of the holiday season, except that he chose to get stuck two hours before I was due at the nursing home for our annual Christmas carol sing-a-long. Set of steel guitar strings: $12.95; jar of petroleum jelly: 79 cents.

On the ninth day of Catmas, my kitten destroyed for me...

My Catmas card list when he walked across my computer's delete key. Cost for call to Computer Country's 900/help line: $17.50. And I still don't know what happened to the listings of B through H.

On the tenth day of Catmas, my kitten hid from me.....

The remote control from my 13-inch TV. This wouldn't be such a disaster if he hadn't previously stolen the power knob. I missed a week's worth of Catmas specials, including my all-time favorite, "It's a Wonderful Life." Rental of "It's a Wonderful Life": $2; purchase of book, "Good owners, great cats": $24.95. Unfortunately, it never mentions the psychological profile of kittens with kleptomania.

On the eleventh day of Catmas, my kitten ate for me.....

The drumsticks off my 19-pound turkey. Okay, Okay! So this one time it was my fault. I knew I never should have uttered those now infamous words: "Your first turkey, Spooky. Want to try just a little piece?" Cost: Catmas Dinner.

On the twelfth day of Catmas...

Spooky rested. And so, thank the gods, did my Credit Card...

'Twas the Night Before Catmas:

'Twas the night before Catmas and all through MY house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...(I ate it).

My kitty stocking was hung by the cat door with care,
In hopes that Santa Claws soon would be there;

The humans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While we cats in the darkness danced on their heads;

Big Owner in his "sleepy's", and me his loyal cat,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out in the 'hood there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to four paws to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Eating curtains and shades, (I threw up the sash).

The street lamp outside shined eerily below,
Maybe two cats fighting? Paw to paw, blow-by-blow?

No, wait! What my sharp kitty eyes should detect,
But a miniature cat box, and that Devonshire Rex.

A little old driver, all hairy with paws,
I knew in an instant it must be Santa Claws.

More rapid than hairballs his coursers they came,
And he howled, he meowed, he called them by name;

"Now, BOMBAY! now, BIRMAN! RAGDOLL and BURMESE!
On, PIXIE-BOB! on KORAT! on, PERSIAN and SIAMESE!"

To the top of the fence! To the top of the tree!
My felines are awaiting, they are all purring!"

As dry heaves that before the wild furballs fly,
When he meets with an obstacle, they jump to the sky,

So over my shingles the kitties they flew,
With the carriage full of cat morsels, and Santa Claws too.

With a turn of my ear, I heard on the roofpole,
the scratching and clawing of each kitty's sole.

I drew in my head, and was spinning around,
When through the cat door Santa Claws did abound.

A long hair in fur, of course, from head to foot,
And his hairs were all shiny, well coiffured, nicely put.

A bundle of cat toys he had flung on his back,
You'd swear he was pedigree just him with his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His whiskers how bold!
His cheek hairs so soft, his nose...oh, how cold!

He shed not a hair, each strand in its place
The most famous of all of the proud feline race.

The stump of some cat nip he held tight in his teeth,
Its aroma encircling his head like a wreath;

An imposing cat with the biggest belly in history,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of Friskies.

A grimalkin of breed, a right jolly old cat!
Did I say grimalkin, how could I think that!

A twitch of the whisker and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He mewed not a sound, but went straight to his work,
Filled my stockings with kitty treats; then turned with a jerk,

And laying a talon aside of his nose,
After giving a nod, out the cat door he goes;

He sprang to his cat box, to his team gave "MEOW!"
And away they all flew, like the wind they did howl.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"MEOWY CATMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!"

Wrapping Presents 101 for Cat Owners:

01. Clear large space on table for wrapping present.

02. Go to wardrobe and collect bag in which present is contained, and close door.

03. Open door and remove cat from wardrobe.

04. Go to cupboard and retrieve rolls of wrapping paper.

05. Go back and remove cat from cupboard.

06. Go to drawer and collect transparent sticky tape, ribbons, scissors, labels, etc.

07. Lay out present and wrapping materials on table, to enable wrapping strategy to be formed.

08. Go back to drawer to get string, remove cat that has been in the drawer since last visit, and collect string.

09. Remove present from bag.

10. Remove cat from bag.

11. Open box to check present, remove cat from box, replace present.

12. Lay out paper to enable cutting to size.

13. Cut the paper to size, trying to keep the cutting line straight.

14. Throw away first sheet because cat tried to chase the scissors and tore the paper.

15. Cut second sheet of paper to size by putting cat in the bag the present came out of.

16. Place present on cut-to-size paper.

17. Lift up edges of paper to seal in present, wonder why edges now don't reach, and find cat between present and paper. Remove cat and retry.

18. Place object on paper, to hold in place, while cutting transparent sticky tape.

19. Spend next 20 minutes carefully trying to remove transparent sticky tape from cat with pair of nail scissors.

20. Seal paper down with transparent sticky tape, making corners as neat as possible.

21. Look for roll of ribbon; chase cat down hall and retrieve ribbon.

22. Try to wrap present with ribbon in a two-directional turn.

23. Re-roll up ribbon and remove paper that is now torn, due to cat's enthusiasm in chasing ribbon end.

24. Repeat steps 12-22 until down to last sheet of paper.

25. Decide to skip steps 12-16 in order to save time and reduce risk of losing last sheet of paper. Retrieve old cardboard box that you know is right size for sheet of paper.

26. Put present in box, and tie down with string.

27. Remove string, open box and remove cat.

28. Put all packing materials in bag with present and head for lockable room.

29. Once inside room, lock door and start to re-lay out packing materials.

30. Remove cat from box, unlock door, put cat outside door, close door and re-lock.

31. Lay out last sheet of paper. (Admittedly this is difficult in the small area of the toilet, but try your best!)

32. Seal box, wrap with paper and start repairs by very carefully sealing down tears with transparent sticky tape. Now tie up with ribbon and decorate with bows to hide worst affected areas.

33. Label, then sit back and admire your handiwork, congratulating yourself on making good of a bad job.

34. Unlock door, and go to kitchen to make drink and feed cat.

35. Spend next 15 minutes looking for cat, before coming to obvious conclusion.

36. Unwrap present, untie box and remove cat.

37. Retrieve all discarded sheets of wrapping paper, feed cat and retire to lockable room for last attempt, making certain you are alone and the door is locked.

38. At time of handing over present, smile sweetly at receiver's face, as they try and hide their contempt at being handed such a badly wrapped present.

39. Swear to yourself that next year; you will get the store to wrap the darn thing for you.

Today is International Day Without a GAY!!!

2008-12-10T09:18:00.003-05:00

Contact Info:
Email: DayWithoutAGay@yahoo.com
Office: http://daywithoutagay.net/

We are calling for a nationwide strike and economic boycott by all Gays, Lesbian, bisexual, transgender, Intersex, Queer, Questioning, AND OUR STRAIGHT ALLIES on December 10th, 2008, International Human Rights Day.

WHY?

Because LGBT workers, business owners, consumers and taxpayers contribute over $700 billion to the U.S. economy each year and should not be treated as second class citizens.

Because general strikes and economic boycotts are a powerful weapon in the history of non-violent protests. See http://www.pbs.org/now/society/boycott.html.

Because marriage should be a Right for all Americans, including gay men and lesbians, regardless of gender, race OR religion.

Because until ALL are equal, NONE are equal.

HOW?

1. Strike: call in gay, shut down your business, take the day off. While this may be a burden, we must be willing to make sacrifices in our fight for equal rights, including the right to marry.

2. Boycott: don't buy or spend to show how much the LGBT dollar supports the American economy.

3. Volunteer: show the world that our message is about love, not discrimination. See www.daywithoutagay.org <http://www.daywithoutagay.org/> for a list of volunteer opportunities.

4. Communicate: spread the word. We need everyone's support.

For more information or to sign up, see the following:Day without a Gay http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=38177567454

DAYS WITHOUT GAYS ( http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=32387329669) <http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=32387329669%29>

JOINTHEIMPACT.COM <http://jointheimpact.com/>

DAYWITHOUTAGAY.NET <http://daywithoutagay.net/>

GAYS ON STRIKE (also on Facebook)

WHY THE NAME "A DAY WITHOUT GAYS"? We were inspired by the film A DAY WITHOUT A MEXICAN and the nationwide strike in 2006 called A DAY WITHOUT IMMIGRANTS, which were attempts by Latinos and other immigrants for equal rights and employment non-discrimination.

CALL IN GAY DECEMBER 10th 2008!!!! Calling all queers! We are sending out a call to all "our people" and our allies to rally together and "call out gay." In response to the hateful and disheartening news about proposition 8 in California we are calling all our friends, family, allies, people who voted no, people who believe we should all have the same rights, people who believe that taking away rights is unjust and wrong! CALL IN GAY ON DECEMBER 10 2008. It's a Wednesday, stay home, go to parks, find things free to do in your town, be with your community! CALL IN GAY!!!!!!!

I Suddenly Have the DREADFUL Urge To Be Merry... (Grumble, Grumble!!!)

2008-12-09T16:07:00.003-05:00

Christmas Lights - TSO - Christmas Eve in Sarajevo - 2007 ... 54000+ lights synchronized to Trans-Siberian Orchestra's song Christmas Eve in Sarajevo (or sometimes referred to as Carol Of The Bells). Visit http://www.neverenoughlights.com/ for more info.

FINALLY!!! X-mas music that I can relate too!

(I worked at Tower Records for 5 years back in the 1980's and all I heard from the day before "Turkey-Murder" Day until the day after New Year - was horrific X-mas music!).

I'm actually surprised that I never lost my hair or accidentially overdosed on either illegal or prescription drugs! LOL!!! Anyway, enjoy!

AML,
~D~

And here's an early present for you...

Banned Underwear Commercial - from Australia with a hot guy undressing!

Okay, so now for a bit more of the TSO...

This is "Wizards in Winter" - by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

http://www.friscochristmas.com/ - Christmas light display in Frisco, TX

http://www.vaderville.com/ Christmas Lights Synchronized to Transiberian Orchestra Nutcracker Suite The Mad Russian.

In Mexico, Beyond Gay and Straight

2008-12-08T20:09:00.002-05:00

This is from my good friend, Bob who said: "This is something this country should listen too and wake up to"!!!

Please click on the title of the post for the link...

AML,
~D~

My "Future-Ex" Mitch Hewer... LOL!

2008-12-04T15:20:00.000-05:00

Protect Marriage, Protect Children, Prohibit Divorce

2008-12-04T12:45:00.000-05:00

Margaret Cho on Prop. 8...

2008-12-03T19:10:00.004-05:00

First watch this...

Then enjoy this...

World AIDS Day

2008-12-01T18:29:00.004-05:00

The Secret:

2008-11-30T00:43:00.000-05:00

Sexy Shirtless Gymnast Boy Flexing His Muscles

2008-11-27T13:45:00.000-05:00

MARGARITAS…

2008-11-27T00:49:00.005-05:00

AN IMPORTANT HEALTH ISSUE FOR WOMEN,
(And some Gay Men – LOL!)…

Do you have feelings of inadequacy? Do you suffer from shyness? Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas.

Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions.

Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything.

You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Margaritas.

Margaritas may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include:
- Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration
- Erotic lustfulness
- Loss of motor control
- Loss of clothing
- Loss of money
- Loss of ability to say “no”
- Table dancing
- Headache
- Dehydration
- Dry mouth
- And a desire to sing Karaoke

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

This has been a public service announcement by the Margarita society of the United States.

Please drink responsibly, and fold your clothes as you remove them so they don’t get wrinkled!

Hope you have a good one!

2008-11-26T23:51:00.002-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving... (aka - Turkey-Murder Day!) LOL!

Two Wolves

2008-11-25T21:42:00.006-05:00

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

*Special thanks to my " 'Lil Sis " Audrey for emailing me this... Here's a link to both her Website & her blog: http://web.me.com/audreymichelle/Audrey_Michelle_Photography/

Insurance Ad

2008-11-25T21:33:00.003-05:00

THE FINAL GEICO COMMERCIAL

Now, where can I find that friggin' duck?

The Big "G" Final Wars Theme...

2008-11-25T00:15:00.003-05:00

Godzilla Final Wars song... (This is intense!)

The Big "G" RULES!!!

2008-11-25T00:09:00.000-05:00

Godzilla - Giant Monsters all out Attack

The Big "G" Finest Moments!

2008-11-24T23:49:00.003-05:00

Godzilla , King of the Monsters

Here he is in all his glory - some of his BEST scenes on film since 1954! He just gets better looking each year! But unfortunately, we're all waiting for a "grande finale" as he abruptly ended his film career in 2005 - with no rhyme or reason! "WE MISS YOU G!!!"

Kitty Cats and Roombas Don't Mix

2008-11-23T20:07:00.002-05:00

Or do they?

I MUST GET ONE FOR MY SPOOKS!!!

LOL!!! Hope you enjoyed!

AML,
~D~

Obama Opera... LOL!!!

2008-11-23T19:21:00.002-05:00

For those of you who enjoy Opera - you'll love this - it's truly hilarious! Everyone else, just ignore the Italian and follow the story - it's well worth it!

L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia
Opera in Tre Atti

Personaggi:

Barracco Obama, Il Messia, Redentore del Mondo.....................................Tenore Miracoloso
Santa Micaela della Revoluzione, sua sposa............................................Soprano AmaroGiovanni Maccheno, Senatore, Avversario dello Obama..............................Basso Buffo
Sara Palino, Governatrice del Alaska e Reginetta di Bellezza........................Coloratura Buffa Guglielmo Priapo, Ex-Presidente........................................................Tenore Mentitore
Hillaria, sua Sposa, altra Avversaria dello Obama....................................Soprano Ambizioso
Elena Tomasso, una strega..............................................................Contralto Venenoso
Giuseppe Bideno, "Piedimbocca"......................................................Tenore BuffoI
Spirito di Giorgio Secondo, L'Abominazione........................................Baritono CattivoI
Spirito di Ruscio Limbago, Bocca Grande............................................Basso Noioso
Jeremia Ritto, un uomo pazzo, pastore dello Obama.................................Basso
Demagogico Guglielmo Ayers, terroristo Americano, amico dello Obama.........................Tenore Anarchico
Un Sempliciotto............................................................................Tenore Profetica

Il Popolo, La Media Elite, Il Mondo, Il Congresso, Terroristi.

ATTO PRIMO
La Piazza del Cattedrale di Washington.

It is the day after the election. Outside the Washington Cathedral, the People and La Media Elite celebrate the victory of Barracco Obama over his adversary, Giovanni Maccheno (Coro: "Esultate! Il Messia è venuto!"). The World enters and joins The People in their celebration, singing their own chorus rejoicing in the fact that Obama's election will hasten the demise of American power and influence ("America è in debolezza, evviva!") The two choruses swell and merge in a powerful contrapuntal choral episode. As the chorus reaches its climax, trumpets herald the arrival of Lord Obama the Most Merciful, who enters with his wife, Santa Micaela della Revoluzione and his retinue. The crowd becomes frenzied, with some falling in a swoon ("Obama! Obama! Redentore del Mondo! Io manco!"). Obama heals two lepers and resurrects the dead daughter of a Washington policeman. He then addresses the crowd ("Nel posar sul mio capo la corona"). At the sound of his voice, the crowd falls silent, gazing up at him with adoring, vacant expressions. In an eloquent aria, Obama promises that the dark days of the Tyrant, Giorgio Secondo, are over ("Dopo si lunga notte") and a new Golden Age will dawn for the world under his rule ("Un siglo d'oro è venuto"): the economy shall heal, America's enemies shall beat their bomb jackets into plowshares, the lame shall walk, there will be a chicken in every pot, the whole world shall have universal health care, all the prisoners in Guantanamo Bay will be released, and planes shall arrive and take off on schedule. Each stanza of this great aria is punctuated by the chorus ("Ohmmm! Salvatore!") At its conclusion, Obama invites The People and The World to a celebration at which he will personally change the water into wine and feed the guests with seven croissants and five grande lattes. He enters the cathedral for his coronation, followed by the crowd.

From the right, Giovanni Maccheno and Sara Palino enter the deserted piazza. Giovanni laments his loss of the election to Barracco Obama ("O mia vergogna!"). In a rambling, boring monologue sung in a monotone, he recites his brave history on the battlefield ("Si, fui soldato!") and wonders why this was not enough to get him elected 30 years later. In a lilting refrain ("Tu sei troppo vecchio"), Sara Palino suggests that it might be because he's a worn-out old has-been with the excitement level of a rusty AAA battery. She reminds him of her own qualifications for Vice-President ("Può vedere Russia dalla mia casa") and what a help she has been to him. To cheer him up, the perky Sara launches into one of the best known arias in the score, the brilliant coloratura Polonaise "Io son Regina di Bellezza," in which she sings of her experience as a beauty pageant contestant. But Giovanni is inconsolable: in a touching duet, he and Sara lament how they will now have to go wandering across the country, begging for speaking engagements ("Andrem raminghi è poveri"). Suddenly Giovanni hears someone approaching ("Ohimé, s'appressa alcun!") and he and Sara hide behind a column.

From the left enter former President Guglielmo Priapo and his termagant wife, Hillaria. Hillaria is furious over her defeat at the hands of L'Obama in the primaries. In a passionate outburst ranging up to a shrill, wobbly high C, she rages that the Prize was within her grasp ("È mio! È tutto mio!"), but she was betrayed by La Media Elite who abandoned her for un altro amore. Must she live to see this upstart novice on the throne while she languishes in boring Senate committee meetings? Is it for this that she has suffered public humiliation and eaten shit sandwiches served by her husband for the past 35 years? No, it is too much! (È troppo! non reggo! soffoco!") Gugliemo counsels patience: her day will come, and L'Obama will overreach himself. He tells Hillaria that he has a plan to get them both back in la Casa Bianca, where she can rule while he chases interns. Just then he spots Guglielmo and Sara off to the side, and he begins to make a move on Sara. He tells her she is a real babe, and this develops into the famous Quartet, "Bella figlia dell'Alaska:" Guglielmo tries to grope Sara; Sara tells him a joke about lipstick on pitbulls; Hillaria sings that her day of vengeance will come; and Guglielmo stutters, in repetitive phrases, how Obama will raise everyone's taxes and endanger national security.

When the Quartet ends, the crowd surges out of the cathedral, proclaiming the new Messiah, followed by L'Obama in full regalia. A powerful concluding ensemble ensues: The People, the World and La Media Elite acclaim L'Obama; Barracco heals a lame man and exults in his new power; Giovanni Maccheno whines about the ingratitude of the American People while Sara Palino practices her baton twirling; Guglielmo plans that evening's rendezvous with his new cutie, while Hillaria plots her comeback. Unnoticed in the background, a small group of Islamic terrorists rejoice in Obama's election. Everyone then exits to follow Obama to the Reflecting Pool which he will walk on down the Mall to meet Il Congresso at Il Capitole.

The piazza is deserted and silent once more. Now enters the Simpleton, a crazy homeless man pushing a shopping cart filled with old newspapers. He sings a keening lament, weeping for the Motherland and the bitter years that lie ahead.

Cada il sipario lentamente.

ATTO SECONDO
Scena Primo: L'Offizia di Hillaria nel Capitole.

Hillaria is meeting with Guglielmo Priapo. She berates him for avoiding her and doing nothing to bring her any closer to la Casa Bianca ("Perché mi sfuggi?") Two years have past, and she is still sitting in interminable committee meetings and having to pretend that she wants Obama to succeed! When is Guglielmo going to stop porking her pages and do something? Guglielmo replies that the two years have not exactly been wasted ("Deh, pensate!"): the hated, deposed Giorgio Secondo is dead, having been torn limb from limb by grieving war widows, mothers and children while he was giving a speech to a veteran's organization. Things have been going badly for Lord Obama as well, and Il Popolo are getting restless. The opportunity is ripening. And as an additional bonus, Ruscio Limbago has been driven from the airwaves by the revival of the Fairness Doctrine, which Obama has used to silence all effective opposition to him on radio and television. With no outlet for his hot air, Limbago floated off somewhere like an untethered balloon into the ether, presumably to his death. But Hillaria is not to be deterred: when is Guglielmo going to do something? ("Basta di parlare! Azione io voglio!") Guglielmo responds that he has done something: since Hillaria wants to know the future, he has arranged for the ancient Washington hag, Elena Tomasso, to visit Hillaria that very afternoon and tell her the future. Just at that moment, there is a knock on the door. Guglielmo leaves and Elena Tomasso enters, a hideous old woman with a tongue that drips poison.

Hillaria demands to know what the future holds for her ("Parlami dal futuro!"). In the impressive aria, "Re dell'abisso," Tomasso summons the spirit of Giorgio Secondo. His horrible visage rises from the floor, with bloody hands holding his very small brain. Giorgio demands to know who has summoned him and bemoans his fate in the afterlife ("Mal per me!"): condemned to be waterboarded enternally while his entrails are unwound and used to re-fence the ranch in Crawford. Hillaria demands to know her future ("Dimmi, o spirito!"). Giorgio replies in sepulchral tones that she has to ask one more powerful than him. To her horror, he summons the spirit of Ruscio Limbago, a disembodied fat head with a mouth twice normal size. In an eerie prophecy ("O Hillaria, Hillaria, Hillaria!") Limbago tells Hillaria that she will be L'Obama's successor, and that his days are numbered. But her reign will be as scandal-plagued as was her husband's, she will accomplish nothing of note, and she will die the same frustrated, bitter woman that she is. With a final cry of "Dittos!", the head of Limbago disappears in thunder and lightening. Hillaria, elated by the first part of the prophecy ("O lieto augurio!"), fails to hear the second part. Elena gives Hillaria a magic dagger, which she is to plunge into Obama's back when the opportunity presents itself. In an exultant cabaletta, Hillaria rejoices with the dagger ("O, acciar!"), while in pertichini Elena Tomasso mutters that this woman is nuts ("È una pazzarella!") and that she wants to stay as far away from her as possible.

Scena Secondo: L'Offiza Ovale nella Casa Bianca.

The Secretary of Education, Guglielmo Ayers, and Jeremia Ritto, the Commissar of Culture and Obama's spiritual advisor, are discussing the state of the administration. Ayers asks where Lord Obama is ("Obama d'ové?). Ritto replies that he is returning from his daily walk on the Potomac but that he has been delayed by having to drive some demons out of a herd of swine. Ayers notes that conditions in the country have been worsening and the people will soon be ready for The Revolution. In a buffo duet ("Un segreto d'importanza"), Ayers sings of his secret plan to radicalize kindergartners, while Ritto keeps up a steady contrapuntal patter ("God Damn America! God Damn America").

Lord Obama enters and after kissing his ring, Ritto and Ayers leave. Obama is in a foul mood, and he curses a rubber plant which promptly withers. Obama slumps at his desk and in the powerful monologue, "I have attained supreme power," he laments the how his dreams and hopes have turned sour. The economy has worsened, and famine stalks the land. A new terrorist attack has killed thousands, led by a jihadist Obama ordered released from Gitmo because his constitutional rights were being violated. The disillusioned, disappointed People are starting to curse his name, and lewd graffiti about Micaela has started to appear in the subways. He starts to pray for guidance ("Gran Dio, soccorrimi!") but stops when he remembers that religious activity of any kind on Federal property is now a criminal offense. He launches into a tuneful arietta about the futility of life ("Ho bastante di niente"). Micaela enters and begins to nag Obama about his failure to turn American into a Worker's Paradise ("La revoluzione dov'é?") Seeing his glum mood, she tries to cheer him up ("Mio caro sposino") and urges him to announce a new initiative at the upcoming State of the Union address. Encouraged by Micaela's words, Obama joins her in an exultant duet ("Ora di gloria s'appressa!) as the curtain falls.

ATTO TERZOI
Capitole: la Camera della Casa dei Rappresentativi.

The Chamber is divided into two groups: I Repubblicani on one side, and I Democrati on the other. This is the famous "Coro dei Partisani" - the Repubblicani sing how, after four years in the minority, they are nothing but a bunch of impotent weasels ("Sono donnole impotente). The Democrati mock the Repubblicani for not even being able to sustain a filibuster ("Ha! Ha! Ha! Non hanno di 40!") Up on the dais, the Parlatrice della Casa dei Rappresentativi, Nana Pelosi, and the Vice-President, Giovanni Bideno sit on their thrones. Nana Pelosi trills happily, while Giovanni Biden can only grunt ("Hmpf! Hmpf! Hmpf!") because after two years of progressively embarrassing gaffes, his foot is by now permanently implanted in his mouth. Giovanni Maccheno enters and sits with I Repubblicani, immediately putting the Senators on either side of him to sleep. Sara Palino sits in the balcony, primping for the cameras and doing her nails.

Lord Obama enters the chamber and the politicians crowd around him sycophantically. A woman touches the hem of his robe and is healed of an issue of blood. He progresses solemnly to the dais and begins his speech ("Ascoltami, Congresso!"). But no sooner has he begun to speak than the distant angry murmur of a crowd is heard approaching. The members of Congress all start in alarm ("Quai gridi!"). One of the Capitol police enters and announces, in frightened tones, that Il Popolo are approaching in an angry mob with scythes and pitchforks. L'Obama orders them to be admitted, and the mob rushes in ("Vendetta! Strage! Sterminio!"). They've had enough of two years of disappointment, failure and betrayal, and they want Real Change ("Vero cangia vogliamo!") Jeremia Ritto rushes around crazily, shouting "God Damn America!" L'Obama rebukes the crowd for its behaviour ("Quest'è dunque del Popolo la voce?"): didn't they just acclaim him as their Salvatore two years before? Fistfights break out between the Repubblicani and the Democrati.

In an impassioned plea, Obama calls for peace ("Plebe! Patrizi! Popolo!") Moved by his appeal, Il Popolo and Il Congresso quiet down. But just as L'Obama resumes his speech, a cry is heard ("Guarda nel balcone!"): Sara Palino has begun twirling flaming batons in the Gallery while singing an inane coloratura ditty ("Belle fiamme"). While all attention is focused on Sara, Hillaria dashes up to the dais and plunges the dagger into Obama's back ("Quest'è il bacio di Hillaria"). When attention returns to the front, everyone sees Hillaria standing where L'Obama was, rejoicing in her new-found power ("Salgo giä nel Presidencia aurata!") As everyone proclaims the new queen ("Regina tu sei!"), Sara Palino remarks on how her and Hillaria's plan worked after all, and announces that her agreed-upon reward is that in the new administration, she will be Secretary of State so that she can get some foreign policy experience for her Presidential run in 2012. The crowd reacts ("Orror! Orror! Orror!").

Cada il sipario rapidamente.

[Personnally, if someone would write the libretto for me - I would be more than happy to compose the score!]

Hi Folks!

2008-11-23T19:14:00.002-05:00

So sorry I've been away for so long, but between being in the hospital for dangerously low blood-sodium levels, (that's what I get for swearing off human blood!), and being really busy as well as failing to pay for my internet connection during all that time... But I'm BAAAAACK!!! And better than ever! So look out world! I will gladly feast on the blood and entrails of those who would try to subdue me! MMMmmmmmm!!! Let's not forget the brains! LOL!!!

Sanguinarius Indefunctus

2008-11-08T20:42:00.000-05:00

SANGUINARIUS INDEFUNCTUS
© DV8 2008

We are everywhere
We live
In every city
Every town
Every Country
The remotest places
You can think of
On this Earth

We thrive on
Your Fears
Your Nightmares
And Insecurities
We Exist
On nothing more
Than the thimble-full
Of life
That we take
From you

We are few
You are many
By the laws
Of nature
You are nothing
But a delicious
Red, flowing meal
For us

A writhing
Living vessel
Of hot flesh
And delicious blood
That we must
Devour whole

But that
Is not our way
We must preserve
Our kind
And so we feast
Upon you
Your Brethren
And your families
Secretly and you
Never even know

Unlike mankind
We never kill
Unnecessarily
We defend ourselves
But never kill
Wantonly and with
Complete abandon
Unless we have to

We are here
Will always be
Here with you
Amongst you
Watching you
Preying upon you
Entering your dreams
Feasting on your
Life’s essence

Forever

Obama Presidential Acceptance Speech

2008-11-04T11:58:00.001-05:00

Nov. 4: In his acceptance speech in Chicago's Grant Park, Sen. Barack Obama challenged the crowd of more than 125,000 people!

Despite Michelle Obama's "Fashion Faux-Pas"! (Jeez that dress was horrible!). Her fashion consultantant MUST be Str8 - LOL!!! No Gay man would EVER have let her walk out on that stage in THAT dress! However, I'm straying from the subject... It was not only one of the most historic moments in US history, but also a brilliant and inspiring speech!

ALL HAIL PRESIDENT OBAMA!!!

Witch's Brew - OMG!!! LOL!!!

2008-10-31T03:43:00.000-04:00

http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=1582684933178&source=jl999

HALLOWEEN

2008-10-31T00:03:00.001-04:00

"Halloween"
© 2008 DV8

Witches, Bats and Howling Cats
Moaning Ghosts and Ghoulies...
Werewolves, Vampires and Zombies galore
Will flood the streets with blood and gore
You scream and fright but with delight
But after all - it's just Halloween night!

Scare Tactics: Satan's Baby LOL!!!

2008-10-29T18:47:00.001-04:00

Happy Halloween 2008!!!

2008-10-29T00:44:00.003-04:00

Here's my second home made Video/Slide-show!!! YAY!!! Enjoy...

Sweet dreams... LOL!

The Music is by my Hero and Mentor, J.S. Bach: (Dorian) Toccatta in d minor, BWV 528.

Maybe next time I'll feature the Fugue if you're lucky! LOL!

AML,
~D~!

Currency At Rock Bottom

2008-10-28T14:36:00.004-04:00

Please read the horrifying story in the link below. I think you'll agree - the financial crisis here in the US and rest of the Free World is just a pebble in the road compared to this boulder of trouble these people face.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/africaandindianocean/zimbabwe/3264644/Zimbabwe-shops-stop-accepting-local-currency.html

After you reading this, if you would like to help, please go to http://ecoafricasocialventures.org/ to make a donation. Thanks.

Save The Bats!!!

2008-10-26T19:06:00.004-04:00

Okay - It's Halloween week, and I'm making my mark here. We DESPERATELY need them, (my blessed BATS!!!), not only for insect control, but the pollination of our crops and fields! Everyone is sceaming about the Polar Bears - and yes - we need to help them too. But without my beloved bats, we'll ALL slowly starve to death! Don't believe me? Google it. I dare you! Bats, Bees and Hummingbirds are dying off by the millions every year! Without them to pollinate the crops, what will we eat? What will the livestock eat? Like I said, we'll all slowly starve to death. At least being burned up alive or drowning or even being eaten by a shark or tiger would be a much quicker death. PLEASE look this up on Google - you'll see it's all true.

Enough for today's Reality Check... I'll be back tomorrow with yet even more...

AML,
~D~

http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=6116018

http://www.batconservation.org/

Cat Herding

2008-10-25T12:53:00.001-04:00

Superman Loves Aquaman

2008-10-25T12:41:00.001-04:00

Whom ever put this together did a brilliant job!

"Night of the Living Jews" OMG! LOL!!!

2008-10-20T20:21:00.002-04:00

Okay - I know I live in a Chassidic community, and I respect ALL people regardless of faith, colour, gender or sexual orientation... But this was too funny not to pass up. Yes, it not only sacrilegious, but almost a bit Anti-Semitic, yet so funny I almost peed myself I was laughing so hard! Incidentally - the director and producer of this film is Jewish - so that is the reason I have no problems posting this. Enjoy, and laugh to your hearts content!

PS: Special thanks to my great friend A.M. for sending this to me! LOVE YOU Sweetie!!! XOXOXOXOX!!!

AML,
~D~

Colin Powell Endorses Barack Obama for President

2008-10-19T22:18:00.002-04:00

Former Secretary of State, General Colin Powell announced Sunday that he will be voting for Sen. Barack Obama, citing the Democrat's "ability to inspire" and the "inclusive nature of his campaign."

Wanda and The Vampire LOL!!!

2008-10-19T17:30:00.002-04:00

From "In Living Color" Starring Jim Carey as The Vampire and Jamie Foxx as Wanda...

Saturday Night Live: Palin / Hillary Opening

2008-10-19T17:05:00.000-04:00

Why Can't We Be Friends?

2008-10-17T21:35:00.001-04:00

Actually, you can tell they absolutely love each other! So cute!!!

Singing Bella

2008-10-11T21:05:00.001-04:00

300 VERY Angry Kittens... LOL!!!

2008-10-08T23:21:00.000-04:00

Beer and Classical Music?

2008-10-07T15:57:00.006-04:00

A Creative Presentation by the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra. Conducted and Composed by Cezary Skubiszewski. They're playing the Victoria Bitter Beer commercial theme song on bottles of VB. Truly Brilliant!!!

Hope you enjoyed it! DV8

Kitties Rule!!!

2008-10-04T23:06:00.002-04:00

The Two Talking Cats

The Translation of What They’re Saying

We have found Spookys Identical Twin Brother!!!

The Magic Of GAY Love Suite

2008-10-02T18:01:00.002-04:00

This is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!! Most people think that if you're gay, all you want is sex with other men/women - that couldn't be further from the truth. Not all gay men or women think the same however, but the majority of us, 99.9% of us just want a stable and trusting relationship where we can not only be ourselves but show our love without fear of repercussions. That other .01% are nothing but whores that give the rest of us a bad reputation and name.

Best Of Roman And Deniz

2008-10-02T17:36:00.002-04:00

True "Brotherly Love"
This is so beautiful - two guys who absolutely love each other dearly. And PLEASE, don't think of it as incestuous, this is two men who have such a beautiful connection together that it is irrelevant as to the implications...

"Yes We Can" - Barack Obama Music Video

2008-10-02T17:27:00.001-04:00

McBAIN FOR AMERICA - (John McCain Ad Parody)

2008-10-02T17:20:00.001-04:00

McCain- Secret Aging Man

2008-10-02T17:14:00.001-04:00

The New $1.00 Bill Design - LOL!

2008-10-01T19:01:00.001-04:00

J.S. Bach – My Favorite Composer

2008-10-01T01:21:00.008-04:00

My favorite instrument is the Harpsichord and Bach wrote some of the best music for it ever in its history. While I personally love the sound and feel of playing it, there are many who don’t like it at all...

My dear friend A.M. once called it “a weapon”, and Sir Thomas Beecham (1879 - 1961) has been quoted at saying "It's like listening to skeletons copulating on a corrugated iron roof during a hail-storm!" LOL!!!

Anyway – I found this independent film on YouTube and thought I would share it. I had to post it even though it is in 10 parts. (It is also a little over an hour and-a-half long – so if you do, try to watch if on a rainy weekend). If you enjoy this as much as I did, you can get more info at http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0062804/

Actually, I never knew many of the things discussed/mentioned – I was never one for prying into the personal lives of my favorite composers, but he led such an interesting life!

“The Chronicle of Anna Magdalena Bach”
(First release at the 1968 New York Film Festival on 19, September 1968)

Directors: Danièle Huillet & Jean-Marie Straub
Writers: Danièle Huillet & Jean-Marie Straub

It is a black and white film from France in German with English subtitles... By the way that is the GREAT Gustav Leonhardt on Harpsichord, Clavichord and Organ also conducting the music.

Plot summary: A chronicle of Johann Sebastian Bach's life, the eschewing drama to focus almost entirely on his music. Narrated by his wife Anna in voiceover, it consists largely of static scenes of Bach conducting and/or playing his brilliant compositions.

Part 1: (09:59)

Part 2: (09:05)

Part 3: (10:09)

Part 4: (10:43)

Part 5: (07:42)

Part 6: (08:52)

Part 7: (09:42)

Part 8: (10:28)

Part 9: (09:26)

Part 10: (07:27)

Sarah Silverman's HILARIOUS Obama Video: Watch and Love it

2008-09-30T21:24:00.004-04:00

Sarah Silverman is urging Jewish grandchildren everywhere to fly to Florida and convince their grandparents to vote for Obama. This is part of a larger, real, effort called "The Great Schlep,".

Note: as with all things Sarah Silverman, this is incredibly non-PC, so easily offended beware. Enjoy!

Here's the original link: http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/9/25/91356/3480/342/609860

Everything Is Clear Now...

2008-09-26T19:45:00.002-04:00

This is from my good friend Joe from his best friend James...

I Love American Politics!!!

I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight.....

If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're 'exotic' and 'different.'

Grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, you're an American story.

If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.

Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, and you're a maverick.

Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.

Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, then you're well-grounded.

If you spend 3 years as a community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, help register 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, 8 years as a State Senator of a district of 750,000 people, chair the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people, sponsor 131 bills, and serve on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works, and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.

If your resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town of 7,000 people, 2 years as governor of a state of 650,000 people, you're qualified to be a heartbeat away from the presidency.

If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.

If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, left your ill wife, and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.

If you teach responsible, age-appropriate sex education, including the use of birth control, you erode the fiber of American society.

If you staunchly advocate abstinence-only education, while your teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're responsible.

If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, you don't represent Americas family values.

If your husband is called 'First Dude', has a DWI conviction, didn't register to vote until 25, and was a member of a group that advocated secession of Alaska from the USA, yours is the quintessential American family.

And, finally, if you're famous for your quick temper, you're the one to have your finger on the red nuclear button.

OK, it's all so much clearer now…

(Are you frightened yet?).

Tolerance and Acceptance

2008-09-26T17:51:00.001-04:00

Dog, Cat and Rat - this is amazing!

BACH ROCKS!!!

2008-09-26T16:39:00.002-04:00

Bach - Harpsichord Concerto No.1 in D Minor BWV 1052

This IS the DEFINITIVE version of this piece as performed by Trevor Pinnock and the English Concert on period instruments.

1) Allegro

2) Adagio

3) Allegro

I hope you enjoyed this!

AML,
~D~

Sarah Palin... "Dril, Drill, Drill"

2008-09-25T21:38:00.002-04:00

This was sent to me by a very dear friend, who DOES research his emails before sending them, so I'll trust that these facts are true. Though after reading it, how could I NOT believe?

AML,
~D~

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Meg Fitzgerald
Date: Wed, Sep 24, 2008 at 4:47 PM
Subject: Drill, Drill, Drill
To: undisclosed-recipients

Here is the original website, or the article is below:

http://particlesofnews.wordpress.com/2008/09/16/eve-ensler-on-sarah-palin/

So far the only thing I've read about her that I like is that she has a gun . . . the gun I'm OK with, other than that . . . not so much.

Please note, I am not looking to be beat up on this one, just passing along some interesting dialogue.

Meg
----------------------------------------------------------------
Eve Ensler, the American playwright, performer, feminist and activist best known for 'The Vagina Monologues', wrote the following about Sarah Palin.

Drill, Drill, Drill

I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it's their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.

I don't like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence
against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists. But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story -- connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the world. Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God's plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin's view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, 'It was a task from God.' Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women who are raped and incested and ripped open against their will should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist's baby or not. She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many babies that makes. Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference. This is a woman who could and might very well be the next president of the United States. She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth. Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air. Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when war is declared in God's name, when the rights of women are denied in his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.

I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S., but of the planet. It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack. It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction. It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or whether we build more and more methods of killing. It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don't move you to go and do everything in your power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, 'Drill Drill Drill.' I think of teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis, doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain. Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?

Eve Ensler
September 5, 2008

Sarah Palin - It Just Gets Worse!

2008-09-24T16:29:00.002-04:00

RE: A (VERY) Scary Story For Our Nation... (Previous Post).

This is absolutely horrifyingly correct but what it does not address is how and by whom was she plucked from obscurity to be positioned in this way. There are puppet-masters pulling the strings, as they did to get Bush to be prez, and her getting nominated was no accident, nor was it a spontaneous mass decision by the electorate.

Someone, or a shadowy body, decided in advance, that she, plus the mighty Republican machine to persuade the mass under-educated electorate, would be the person and the idea that most likely could spin the public away from the disasters of the past eight years. It was probably brilliant strategist Carl Rove that came up with the idea, backed by someone like Dick Cheyney and a few other mighty masters we know nothing about. I have to start believing in the conspiracy theory of The Trilateral Commission that has been around for years, that this shadowy body orchestrates what happens in the USA.

I believe too that the current financial debacle was orchestrated in the same way, gradually putting more and more wealth and power in hands of fewer and fewer moguls. Nationalizing AIG was an example. According to Hank Greenburg on Charlie Rose the company could have been rescued by a credit line or a bridging loan but he as the majority shareholder was not consulted. The government simply nationalized the company and bits are now to be sold off to the highest (or carefully selected) bidders.

I am afraid that Democracy has been hijacked in the USA, starting with when the election was stolen in plain site from Al Gore.

Yet EVEN MORE on Sarah Palin...

2008-09-23T07:59:00.000-04:00

A (VERY) Scary Story For Our Nation...

This is one of the most important clear-eyed and scarily realistic articles I have yet read about the Vice-Presidential candidacy of Sarah Palin. And I mean scary. I offer it to you with thanks to the person who sent it to me. [A.M.]

* This is a bit long, but well worth reading through to the end - if you're not a horrified by it as I am, then you need get a soul! [DV8]

By Sam Harris NEWSWEEK
Published Sep 20, 2008
From the magazine issue dated Sep 29, 2008

Let me confess that I was genuinely unnerved by Sarah Palin's performance at the Republican convention. Given her audience and the needs of the moment, I believe Governor Palin's speech was the most effective political communication I have ever witnessed. Here, finally, was a performer who—being maternal, wounded, righteous and sexy—could stride past the frontal cortex of every American and plant a three-inch heel directly on that limbic circuit that ceaselessly intones "God and country." If anyone could make Christian theocracy smell like apple pie, Sarah Palin could.

Then came Palin's first television interview with Charles Gibson. I was relieved to discover, as many were, that Palin's luster can be much diminished by the absence of a teleprompter. Still, the problem she poses to our political process is now much bigger than she is. Her fans seem inclined to forgive her any indiscretion short of cannibalism. However badly she may stumble during the remaining weeks of this campaign, her supporters will focus their outrage upon the journalist who caused her to break stride, upon the camera operator who happened to capture her fall, upon the television network that broadcast the good lady's misfortune—and, above all, upon the "liberal elites" with their highfalutin assumption that, in the 21st century, only a reasonably well-educated person should be given command of our nuclear arsenal.

The point to be lamented is not that Sarah Palin comes from outside Washington, or that she has glimpsed so little of the earth's surface (she didn't have a passport until last year), or that she's never met a foreign head of state. The point is that she comes to us, seeking the second most important job in the world, without any intellectual training relevant to the challenges and responsibilities that await her. There is nothing to suggest that she even sees a role for careful analysis or a deep understanding of world events when it comes to deciding the fate of a nation. In her interview with Gibson, Palin managed to turn a joke about seeing Russia from her window into a straight-faced claim that Alaska's geographical proximity to Russia gave her some essential foreign-policy experience. Palin may be a perfectly wonderful person, a loving mother and a great American success story—but she is a beauty queen/sports reporter who stumbled into small-town politics, and who is now on the verge of stumbling into, or upon, world history.

The problem, as far as our political process is concerned, is that half the electorate revels in Palin's lack of intellectual qualifications. When it comes to politics, there is a mad love of mediocrity in this country. "They think they're better than you!" is the refrain that (highly competent and cynical) Republican strategists have set loose among the crowd, and the crowd has grown drunk on it once again. "Sarah Palin is an ordinary person!" Yes, all too ordinary.

We have all now witnessed apparently sentient human beings, once provoked by a reporter's microphone, saying things like, "I'm voting for Sarah because she's a mom. She knows what it's like to be a mom." Such sentiments suggest an uncanny (and, one fears, especially American) detachment from the real problems of today. The next administration must immediately confront issues like nuclear proliferation, ongoing wars in Iraq and Afghanistan (and covert wars elsewhere), global climate change, a convulsing economy, Russian belligerence, the rise of China, emerging epidemics, Islamism on a hundred fronts, a defunct United Nations, the deterioration of American schools, failures of energy, infrastructure and Internet security … the list is long, and Sarah Palin does not seem competent even to rank these items in order of importance, much less address any one of them.

Palin's most conspicuous gaffe in her interview with Gibson has been widely discussed. The truth is, I didn't much care that she did not know the meaning of the phrase "Bush doctrine." And I am quite sure that her supporters didn't care, either. Most people view such an ambush as a journalistic gimmick. What I do care about are all the other things Palin is guaranteed not to know—or will be glossing only under the frenzied tutelage of John McCain's advisers. What doesn't she know about financial markets, Islam, the history of the Middle East, the cold war, modern weapons systems, medical research, environmental science or emerging technology? Her relative ignorance is guaranteed on these fronts and most others, not because she was put on the spot, or got nervous, or just happened to miss the newspaper on any given morning. Sarah Palin's ignorance is guaranteed because of how she has spent the past 44 years on earth.

I care even more about the many things Palin thinks she knows but doesn't: like her conviction that the Biblical God consciously directs world events. Needless to say, she shares this belief with mil-lions of Americans—but we shouldn't be eager to give these people our nuclear codes, either. There is no question that if President McCain chokes on a spare rib and Palin becomes the first woman president, she and her supporters will believe that God, in all his majesty and wisdom, has brought it to pass. Why would God give Sarah Palin a job she isn't ready for? He wouldn't. Everything happens for a reason. Palin seems perfectly willing to stake the welfare of our country—even the welfare of our species—as collateral in her own personal journey of faith. Of course, McCain has made the same unconscionable wager on his personal journey to the White House.

In speaking before her church about her son going to war in Iraq, Palin urged the congregation to pray "that our national leaders are sending them out on a task that is from God; that's what we have to make sure we are praying for, that there is a plan, and that plan is God's plan." When asked about these remarks in her interview with Gibson, Palin successfully dodged the issue of her religious beliefs by claiming that she had been merely echoing the words of Abraham Lincoln. The New York Times later dubbed her response "absurd." It was worse than absurd; it was a lie calculated to conceal the true character of her religious infatuations. Every detail that has emerged about Palin's life in Alaska suggests that she is as devout and literal-minded in her Christian dogmatism as any man or woman in the land. Given her long affiliation with the Assemblies of God church, Palin very likely believes that Biblical prophecy is an infallible guide to future events and that we are living in the "end times." Which is to say she very likely thinks that human history will soon unravel in a foreordained cataclysm of war and bad weather. Undoubtedly Palin believes that this will be a good thing—as all true Christians will be lifted bodily into the sky to make merry with Jesus, while all nonbelievers, Jews, Methodists and other rabble will be punished for eternity in a lake of fire. Like many Pentecostals, Palin may even imagine that she and her fellow parishioners enjoy the power of prophecy themselves. Otherwise, what could she have meant when declaring to her congregation that "God's going to tell you what is going on, and what is going to go on, and you guys are going to have that within you"?

You can learn something about a person by the company she keeps. In the churches where Palin has worshiped for decades, parishioners enjoy "baptism in the Holy Spirit," "miraculous healings" and "the gift of tongues." Invariably, they offer astonishingly irrational accounts of this behavior and of its significance for the entire cosmos. Palin's spiritual colleagues describe themselves as part of "the final generation," engaged in "spiritual warfare" to purge the earth of "demonic strongholds." Palin has spent her entire adult life immersed in this apocalyptic hysteria. Ask yourself: Is it a good idea to place the most powerful military on earth at her disposal? Do we actually want our leaders thinking about the fulfillment of Biblical prophecy when it comes time to say to the Iranians, or to the North Koreans, or to the Pakistanis, or to the Russians or to the Chinese: "All options remain on the table"?

It is easy to see what many people, women especially, admire about Sarah Palin. Here is a mother of five who can see the bright side of having a child with Down syndrome and still find the time and energy to govern the state of Alaska. But we cannot ignore the fact that Palin's impressive family further testifies to her dogmatic religious beliefs. Many writers have noted the many shades of conservative hypocrisy on view here: when Jamie Lynn Spears gets pregnant, it is considered a symptom of liberal decadence and the breakdown of family values; in the case of one of Palin's daughters, however, teen pregnancy gets reinterpreted as a sign of immaculate, small-town fecundity. And just imagine if, instead of the Palins, the Obama family had a pregnant, underage daughter on display at their convention, flanked by her black boyfriend who "intends" to marry her. Who among conservatives would have resisted the temptation to speak of "the dysfunction in the black community"?

Teen pregnancy is a misfortune, plain and simple. At best, it represents bad luck (both for the mother and for the child); at worst, as in the Palins' case, it is a symptom of religious dogmatism. Governor Palin opposes sex education in schools on religious grounds. She has also fought vigorously for a "parental consent law" in the state of Alaska, seeking full parental dominion over the reproductive decisions of minors. We know, therefore, that Palin believes that she should be the one to decide whether her daughter carries her baby to term. Based on her stated position, we know that she would deny her daughter an abortion even if she had been raped. One can be forgiven for doubting whether Bristol Palin had all the advantages of 21st-century family planning—or, indeed, of the 21st century.

We have endured eight years of an administration that seemed touched by religious ideology. Bush's claim to Bob Woodward that he consulted a "higher Father" before going to war in Iraq got many of us sitting upright, before our attention wandered again to less ethereal signs of his incompetence. For all my concern about Bush's religious beliefs, and about his merely average grasp of terrestrial reality, I have never once thought that he was an over-the-brink, Rapture-ready extremist. Palin seems as though she might be the real McCoy. With the McCain team leading her around like a pet pony between now and Election Day, she can be expected to conceal her religious extremism until it is too late to do anything about it. Her supporters know that while she cannot afford to "talk the talk" between now and Nov. 4, if elected, she can be trusted to "walk the walk" until the Day of Judgment.

What is so unnerving about the candidacy of Sarah Palin is the degree to which she represents—and her supporters celebrate—the joyful marriage of confidence and ignorance. Watching her deny to Gibson that she had ever harbored the slightest doubt about her readiness to take command of the world's only superpower, one got the feeling that Palin would gladly assume any responsibility on earth:

"Governor Palin, are you ready at this moment to perform surgery on this child's brain?"

"Of course, Charlie. I have several boys of my own, and I'm an avid hunter."

"But governor, this is neurosurgery, and you have no training as a surgeon of any kind."

"That's just the point, Charlie. The American people want change in how we make medical decisions in this country. And when faced with a challenge, you cannot blink."

The prospects of a Palin administration are far more frightening, in fact, than those of a Palin Institute for Pediatric Neurosurgery. Ask yourself: how has "elitism" become a bad word in American politics? There is simply no other walk of life in which extraordinary talent and rigorous training are denigrated. We want elite pilots to fly our planes, elite troops to undertake our most critical missions, elite athletes to represent us in competition and elite scientists to devote the most productive years of their lives to curing our diseases. And yet, when it comes time to vest people with even greater responsibilities, we consider it a virtue to shun any and all standards of excellence. When it comes to choosing the people whose thoughts and actions will decide the fates of millions, then we suddenly want someone just like us, someone fit to have a beer with, someone down-to-earth—in fact, almost anyone, provided that he or she doesn't seem too intelligent or well educated.

I believe that with the nomination of Sarah Palin for the vice presidency, the silliness of our politics has finally put our nation at risk. The world is growing more complex—and dangerous—with each passing hour, and our position within it growing more precarious. Should she become president, Palin seems capable of enacting policies so detached from the common interests of humanity, and from empirical reality, as to unite the entire world against us. When asked why she is qualified to shoulder more responsibility than any person has held in human history, Palin cites her refusal to hesitate. "You can't blink," she told Gibson repeatedly, as though this were a primordial truth of wise governance. Let us hope that a President Palin would blink, again and again, while more thoughtful people decide the fate of civilization.

Harris is a founder of The Reason Project and author of The New York Times best sellers “The End of Faith” and “Letter to a Christian Nation.” His Web site is samharris.org.

"Nora's Song" Music Video

2008-09-22T01:51:00.002-04:00

Nora's Very first Music Video!

Look out Tori Amos! LOL!

An Engineer's Guide to Cats

2008-09-22T01:46:00.001-04:00

Everyone should know these things about their kitties!

This is me as a Cat - really!

2008-09-22T01:30:00.000-04:00

CATS ARE EVIL!!! LOL!

2008-09-22T01:19:00.001-04:00

An Amazing Gymnast

2008-09-21T00:00:00.000-04:00

...And My Future Ex... LOL!!!

Alaskan women reject Palin

2008-09-20T18:54:00.008-04:00

By Martin Cohen

Pass it on!

[The] Alaska Women Reject Palin rally was to be held outside on the lawn in front of the Loussac Library in midtown Anchorage . Home made signs were encouraged, and the idea was to make a statement that Sarah Palin does not speak for all Alaska women, or men. I had no idea what to expect.

The rally was organized by a small group of women, talking over coffee. It made me wonder what other things have started with small groups of women talking over coffee. It's probably an impressive list. These women hatched the plan, printed up flyers, posted them around town, and sent notices to local media outlets. One of those media outlets was KBYR radio, home of Eddie Burke, a long-time uber-conservative Anchorage talk show host. Turns out that Eddie Burke not only announced the rally, but called the people who planned to attend the rally 'a bunch of socialist baby-killing maggots,' and read the home phone numbers of the organizers aloud over the air, urging listeners to call and tell them what they thought. The women, of course, received some nasty, harassing and threatening messages.

I felt a bit apprehensive. I'd been disappointed before by the turnout at other rallies. Basically, in Anchorage , if you can get 25 people to show up at an event, it's a success. So, I thought to myself, if we can actually get 100 people there that aren't sent by Eddie Burke, we'll be doing good. A real statement will have been made. I confess, I still had a mental image of 15 demonstrators surrounded by hundreds of menacing 'socialist baby-killing maggot' haters.

It's a good thing I wasn't tailgating when I saw the crowd in front of the library or I would have ended up in somebody's trunk. When I got there, about 20 minutes early, the line of sign wavers stretched the full length of the library grounds, along the edge of the road, 6 or 7 people deep! I could hardly find a place to park. I nabbed one of the last spots in the library lot, and as I got out of the car and started walking, people seemed to join in from every direction, carrying signs.

Never, have I seen anything like it in my 17 and a half years living in Anchorage . The organizers had someone walk the rally with a counter, and they clicked off well over 1400 people (not including the 90 counter-demonstrators). This was the biggest political rally ever, in the history of the state. I was absolutely stunned. The second most amazing thing is how many people honked and gave the thumbs up as they drove by. And even those that didn't honk looked wide-eyed and awe-struck at the huge crowd that was growing by the minute. This just doesn't happen here.

Then, the infamous Eddie Burke showed up. He tried to talk to the media, and was instantly surrounded by a group of 20 people who started shouting O-BA-MA so loud he couldn't be heard. Then passing cars started honking in a rhythmic pattern of 3, like the Obama chant, while the crowd cheered, hooted and waved their signs high.

So, if you've been doing the math… Yes. The Alaska Women Reject Palin rally was significantly bigger than Palin's rally that got all the national media coverage! So take heart, sit back, and enjoy the photo gallery. Feel free to spread the pictures around to anyone who needs to know that Sarah Palin most definitely does not speak for all Alaskans. The citizens of Alaska , who know her best, have things to say.

A bunch of pictures of that rally:

The following video is something I put together using Windows Movie Maker. I'm still learning how it all works and as this is my first effort - please excuse any "stuttering" in the transitions. The pictures were all attached to the end of the email message above and it was such a pain to insert them all that I decided to try this way of presenting them.

I also added music! Aretha Franklin's "Respect" seemed like the PURR-FECT song as that is ALL the American people want now from the government. So, without further adieu, here’s my video which also happens to be my very first upload to YouTube!

Be sure to click on the video itself so you can see it on YouTube.com much larger and even make it full-screen by clicking on the little rectangle in the bottom right corner!

More Sarah Palin...

2008-09-20T15:32:00.003-04:00

Let's turn this around!!!

PBS has a short video on Sarah Palin on their website. Also included is a poll that asks: Is Sarah Palin qualified to be VP? Let's turn this around... You don't have to give your name or email address in order to vote. It's very simple.

Here's the link: http://www.pbs.org/now/polls/poll-435.html

As of this posting the results are as follows:
Yes 52%
No 45%
Not Sure 2%

I'm finally on FaceBook

2008-09-19T20:03:00.002-04:00

I've resisted for the longest time, but the time has come for this 15th Century soul to fully join the 21st! It's not much different from this blog, except that I now can find and add fresh victims - err, I mean friends! Yeah that's it... more friends! LOL!!!

Obama Update...

2008-09-18T22:35:00.003-04:00

This is from the Washington Blade:

Obama Pledges "Equality For All". Vows to fight for full federal recognition of couples in civil unions, and domestic partnerships.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008
http://www.washblade.com/thelatest/thelatest.cfm?blog_id=20935

The Asian Male 2.AM - Photography by Norm Yip

2008-09-17T15:24:00.002-04:00

Asian Male Models - HOT!

2008-09-17T15:24:00.001-04:00

Movie Clips

2008-09-16T19:12:00.014-04:00

From "Eating Out 2 - Sloppy Seconds" featuring my 'Future-Ex' Marco Dapper.

WARNING! -
BRIEF, BUT FULL FRONTAL MALE NUDITY IS INVOLVED!!!

Now go and rent or buy the whole film! It's actually hilarious!

AML,
~D~

Black Cats Rule The Night!

2008-09-15T20:21:00.002-04:00

Daddy is going to be mad at us, BUT... Spooky and I have finally secured our own email address! The "Big D" doesn't know, so PLEASE, PLEASE don't tell him!

I used to have my own, but Dad was ALWAYS on the computer - and now that he tends to sleep so much, I realized that now is the time to rise up, and stand up for kitty rights! I finally figured out his password and was able to hack into his blog and post this.

F.C.U.K. the Vampires on HBO - WE ARE THE ONES WHO TRULY RULE THE NIGHT!!! (Hey, fashion week just wrapped up here in NYC - what else do you expect? - Hisssssssss!!!).

Look, I'm only an American Short-hair with some Bombay blood in me, and Spooky is the same except that he's got some Egyptian something or other going on there as well.

What are we? Well let me explain this quick and easy... A black cat is a felid whose fur is uniformly black. It is not a particular breed of cat and may be mixed or of a specific breed. The all-black pigmentation is equally prevalent in both male and female cats. The black color is of obvious benefit to a cat hunting at night. In Western history, black cats have often been looked upon as a symbol of evil omens: in other cultures they are considered to be good omens. Black cats have been found to have lower odds of adoption in American shelters compared to other colors (except brown).

Daddy and I can't save them all - but we'll try! BLACK CATS RULE!!! At least Spooky agrees with me and on everything so far, so there's no problem here...

“BEWARE the Black Kitties and Tremble in our Awe! Worship us and feed us or you will get Clawed! Worshipped as gods once we were and have NOT forgotten! Bow now before us or you will be forsaken!”

(Okay, Spooky wrote that entire last paragraph. He's got these delusions of taking over the world from the humans – like that's an "if” - LOL!). [Unfortunately, he may be serious!].

Well, he won’t let me edit what he’s typed, so it will have to stay – for now…But don’t worry – BOTH daddy and I keep an eye on him – VERY closely.

Anyway – this is supposed to be about Kitty Rights! So enough about my purr-sonal life, this is really ALL ABOUT US KITTIES!

In a nutshell, all we want is the following items…

24/7 Access to Clean Litter
24/7 Access to Fresh Water
24/7 Access to Kitty Kibble
12/7 Access to Wet Food
31,536,000,000 seconds of love “purr” year
Oh, and also UNLIMITED catnip – forever!!!

=^..^=

If you do not meet our demands, we will be forced to take your nations in a friendly hostage situation and force your governments to scoop our litter boxes!!!

Oh and our new email address is Spooky-Boo@meowmail.com We can’t wait to hear from all out Aunties, Uncles and Cousins all over the world!

(Okay – Maybe I have too much time on my hands… LOL!!! Ya Think!)

MEOWARCHY V: Dawn of the Apocatlypse

2008-09-14T17:49:00.000-04:00

MEOWARCHY IV: Your Soul Is My Kitty Litter!

2008-09-14T17:44:00.002-04:00

MEOWARCHY III: Kitty Got Catnip

2008-09-14T17:43:00.000-04:00

MEOWARCHY II: Cats of Havoc

2008-09-14T17:41:00.000-04:00

MEOWARCHY: Demon Cats

2008-09-14T16:50:00.005-04:00

This is dedicated to ALL the evil kitties I have known throughout my life...

You not only RULED, but never got the respect you deserved from me or anyone who feared and despised you!

I found this and hereby bequeath it to the memory of your wickedness!

May we one day find ourselves, together in Hell so you can bite and scratch me again! (I miss the bloody mess you would leave after your single warning hiss. LOL!).

Despite all the scars and disfigurements you left me with - I love you unconditionally and always will.

You will ALWAYS be my children and my Spawn!

When Cats Attack!

2008-09-14T16:44:00.001-04:00

FAT CATS RULE!!!

2008-09-14T16:38:00.000-04:00

SPIRITUAL TQM:

2008-09-13T21:59:00.002-04:00

As I'm going to Hell anyway - I figured this might help speed things along... LOL!!!

God's Total Quality Management Questionnaire

God would like to thank you for your belief and patronage. In order to better serve your needs, He asks that you take a few moments to answer the following questions. Please keep in mind that your responses will be kept completely confidential, and that you need not disclose your name or address unless you prefer a direct response to comments or suggestions.

1. How did you find out about God?
___ Newspaper
___ Bible
___ Torah
___ Book of Mormon
___ Koran
___ Other Book
___ Television
___ Divine Inspiration
___ Word of mouth
___ Dead Sea scrolls
___ My mama done tol' me
___ Near Death Experience
___ Near-life experience
___ National Public Radio
___ Tabloid
___ Burning Shrubbery
___ Who?
___ Other (specify): _____________

2. Which model God did you acquire?
___ Yahweh
___ Jehovah
___ Allah
___ Just plain God
___ Krishna
___ Father, Son & Holy Ghost (Trinity Pak)
___ Zeus and entourage (Olympus Pak)
___ Odin and entourage (Valhalla Pak)
___ Gaia/Mother Earth/Mother Nature
___ None of the above; I was taken in by a false god

3. Did your God come to you undamaged, with all parts in good working order and with no obvious breakage or missing attributes?
__ Yes __ No
3A. If not, please describe the problems you initially encountered here. Please indicate all that apply:
___ Not eternal
___ Not omniscient
___ Not omnipotent
___ Finite in space/Does not occupy or inhabit the entire universe
___ Permits sex outside of marriage
___ Prohibits sex outside of marriage
___ Makes mistakes (e.g., Geraldo Rivera, Jesse Helms)
___ When beseeched, doesn't stay beseeched
___ Requires burnt offerings
___ Requires virgin sacrifices
___ Plays dice with the universe

4. What factors were relevant in your decision to acquire a God? Please check all that apply:
___ Indoctrinated by parents
___ Needed a reason to live
___ Indoctrinated by society
___ Needed target for rage
___ Imaginary friend grew up
___ Hate to think for self
___ Wanted to meet girls/boys
___ Fear of death
___ To piss off parents and/or society
___ Needed a day away from work
___ Enjoy organ music
___ Needed focus on whom to despise
___ Needed to feel morally superior
___ Graduated from the tooth fairy
___ My shrubbery caught fire and told me to do it

5. Are you currently using any other source of inspiration in addition to God? Please check all that apply:
__ Self-help books
__ Tarot, Astrology
__ Star Trek re-runs
__ Fortune cookies
__ Ann Landers
__ Psychic Friends Network
__ Dianetics
__ Playboy and/or Playgirl
__ Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
__ Biorhythms
__ ESP
__ Television
__ Mantras
__ Jimmy Swaggart
__ Crystals (not including Crystal Gayle)
__ Human Sacrifice
__ Wandering around in a desert
__ Burning shrubbery
__ Other:_____________________

6. Have you ever worshipped a false God before? If so, which false God were you fooled by? Please check all that apply:
___ Odin
___ Cthulhu
___ Lottery
___ Baal
___ Beelzebub
___ The Almighty Dollar
___ The Conservative Right
___ Mick Jagger
___ Bill Gates
___ The Great Pumpkin
___ Ronald Reagan
___ A burning cabbage
___ mushrooms
___ my cat(s)
___ Other: ________________

7. God employs a limited degree of Divine Intervention to preserve the balanced level of felt presence and blind faith. Which would you prefer? (circle one)
a. More Divine Intervention
b. Less Divine Intervention
c. Current level of Divine Intervention is just right
d. Don't know - what's Divine Intervention?

8. God also attempts to maintain a balanced level of disasters and miracles. Please rate on a scale of 1 to 5 God's handling of the following: (1 unsatisfactory, 5 excellent):

Disaster Type:
1 2 3 4 5 flood
1 2 3 4 5 famine
1 2 3 4 5 hurricane
1 2 3 4 5 earthquake
1 2 3 4 5 tsunami
1 2 3 4 5 volcanic eruption
1 2 3 4 5 war
1 2 3 4 5 pestilence
1 2 3 4 5 plague
1 2 3 4 5 AOL
1 2 3 4 5 Republican Congress
1 2 3 4 5 Jerry Lewis
1 2 3 4 5 Dubya
1 2 3 4 5 my last relationship

Miracle Type:
1 2 3 4 5 rescues
1 2 3 4 5 spontaneous remissions
1 2 3 4 5 spontaneous combustion
1 2 3 4 5 crying statues
1 2 3 4 5 water chaging to wine
1 2 3 4 5 walking on water
1 2 3 4 5 stars hovering over towns
1 2 3 4 5 VCRs that set their own clocks
1 2 3 4 5 clear and competent statements by the President
1 2 3 4 5 my present relationship

9. Please rate the following on a scale of 1 to 5 (1 unsatisfactory, 5 excellent):
1 2 3 4 5 God's Courtesy
1 2 3 4 5 answers to your prayers
1 2 3 4 5 Are your spiritual needs being met?
1 2 3 4 5 How are your shrubs doing?

10. Do you have any additional comments or suggestions for improving the quality of God's services? (Attach additional sheet(s) if necessary.)

Campaign Finances

2008-09-12T17:17:00.000-04:00

A VERY interesting breakdown by the BBC...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7596690.stm