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I am the cosmos

I know I posted this recently, but you can never have too much Big Star:

Two things I learned on the internets today

1) Wellbutrin makes you dehydrated and gives you really bad “Oh my God, do I have a brain tumor?” headaches. For most people, this goes away after two or three weeks. Some people say it’s much better if they drink a lot of water.

2) The generic version (the one I can afford) is the one that causes the headaches.

Obama’s speech

Read the whole thing here.

Greg Sargent’s take here.

If I ruled the world

My friend April wrote this delightful piece about today’s moon in Leo:

I’m not sure how I ended up at a Tony Bennett concert. I know I wanted, very much, to be sitting in that auditorium, grooving along with Tony… I just can’t quite remember how I came to want to be there. For the duration of my previous thirty-four years on the planet, Mr. Bennett and I had coexisted in blithe disregard of one another. But there we were, and Tony did not disappoint. Backed by a tight little trio, resplendent in his tux, his silver hair glinting in the spotlight, Tony was The Man. The incandescent smile. The leonine grace. And by God, the man could sing.

But here’s what I remember most about that night, and what has made me proud ever since to be, like Tony, a Leo. At the end of every single song — like a gymnast who has just stuck a dismount — Tony opened his arms, lifted his chin a little, and just beamed. He radiated dignity, poise, and sheer delight in the act of entertaining. There was no façade of cool, no embarrassment, no condescension toward the adoring masses. Tony loved singing in front of people, plain and simple, and people loved hearing him, and no one had to feel embarrassed about it.

So many of us — even Leos! — are embarrassed by our desire to express something about ourselves and to have it embraced and applauded by others. We create, but refuse to share our creations with others for fear of rejection. Or we share our artistry but adopt a desperate pose of cool, pretending it’s beneath us to care how others respond. How often do we simply stand in front of an audience, looking great, doing our best, sharing everything that is in our hearts and trusting our audience to love us back? It takes a lot of guts and conviction to take the stage and offer up a part of one’s soul. Today, take your place in the spotlight, and show us what you’ve got. Here’s Tony, showing us how it’s done.


I have a screaming headache. No posts for now.

USUncut Philly

Bail-In at a Verizon Store (in tandem with U.K. Uncut)
Location: ‎15th and Market
Time: ‎12:00PM Saturday, April 16th

Letter to the ruling class

Jesse Ventura:

You control our world. You’ve poisoned the air we breathe, contaminated the water we drink, and copyrighted the food we eat. We fight in your wars, die for your causes, and sacrifice our freedoms to protect you. You’ve liquidated our savings, destroyed our middle class, and used our tax dollars to bailout your unending greed. We are slaves to your corporations, zombies to your airwaves, servants to your decadence. You’ve stolen our elections, assassinated our leaders, and abolished our basic rights as human beings. You own our property, shipped away our jobs, and shredded our unions. You’ve profited off of disaster, destabilized our currencies, and raised our cost of living. You’ve monopolized our freedom, stripped away our education, and have almost extinguished our flame. We are hit… we are bleeding… but we ain’t got time to bleed. We will bring the giants to their knees and you will witness our revolution!


The Serfs.

You know, despite some of the fringe-ier folks he attracts (and the occasional remark with which I disagree), I really like Jesse. Maybe he should run.


Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy!

The things we don’t talk about

In the gay community, it’s a fairly open secret that Michelle Bachmann’s husband, a minister, is an “ex-gay.” Because God forbid that a member of the media should ask if a Republican presidential candidate, someone who openly warns of the “gay agenda,” is married to a gay man.

I mean, it beats Charlie Sheen, right?

From Truth Wins Out, a post called “Completely Un-Gay Husband of Michele Bachmann Can Help Your Gay Child, For Money” back in September 2010:

Yesterday, we laughed and laughed at a candid video of Dr. Marcus Bachmann, husband of Michele, and the funny thing about the video didn’t even have to be stated, but simply was understood by writers and commenters alike! If the joke had a name, though, it would be “Mary.”

Well, let’s do that again, as we listen to Mr. Crazy Eyes on a radio show, telling us how to not be gay anymore, by way of Jesus/paying Mr. Crazy Eyes with money. Hell, let us live-blog it!

0:00 – 1:15: Boring
1:15: Christian counselors should not ask people how they feel! It is an abomination!
1:35: Christian counselors and friends should be calling their patients sinners!
2:00: We should be wise about from whom we receive “help.”
2:10: Sounds really gay when he references Better Homes & Gardens magazine. I guess they don’t get Dwell in rural Minnesota.
2:45: What do you say to your gay child? Dr. Bachmann suggests that adolescents will question their sexuality, and that this is normal! But this does not mean we should go down the Road of Homosexuality!
3:35: “Barbarians need to be educated, they need to be disciplined.” Great, gay kids are barbarians.
4:00: “Let’s fayth it, what’s our culture, what is our public school system doing today? They are giving FULL, WIDE OPEN doors” to encourage kids to think and do gay things.

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