Voting and Slips of the Tongue

So....after standing in line for almost 2 hours behind a woman who had obviously not yet had her annual bath and having to put up with half dozen unruly children of SUV-driving ultra-conservatives who think everyone should not only tolerate their hellspawn, but also be grateful for the chance to bask in their parasitic presence, I was given the chance to cast my vote for governor and congressmen. And it was all for nought. The right wing Nazi pigs have more control now than they did two days ago which means they'll have more leeway to hack away even harder at our civil rights in the name of 'national security' and hold the entire world in terror as they beat the war drums for oil (oh..sorry...that's freedom). How disgusting.

As if things couldn't get any worse, on a personal note, I finally got BA on the phone...and promptly made a complete ass of myself. Instead of saying "Mr. Andrews, this is Ms. Evans" as I had planned to do in mock formality, when he came to the phone I immediately said "This is Ms. Andrews."

In the immortal words of Dom DeLuise as Father Fyodor in The Twelve Chairs:
"I DON'T WANT TO LIVE!"

Other than that, the conversation was a good one and more concrete plans have been made for his 2003 invasion of the musical wasteland that is the US music scene. Yay!

If I can survive the utter mortification I'm experiencing at the moment and not get arrested by Bush's Thought Police for not being a khaki wearing cracker clone for Big Brother, things might just be looking up for 2003.

The Last Stop

Here's a festive little ditty from Dave Matthews. I think the lyrics are quite appropriate and, since the music has a definitive Arabic flair (one could belly dance to it), it makes the lyrics all the more ironic.
My future husband, Mr. Matthews, had better watch out or Big Brother will come after him too.

Last Stop

Fire The sun is well asleep
Moon is high above
Fire grows from the east
How is this
Hate so deep
Lead us all so blindly killing killing
Fools we are
If hate's the gate to peace
This is the last stop

For raining tears
War
The only way to Peace
I don't fall for that
Raining tears
You're righteous, so righteous
You're always so right
Go ahead and dream
Go ahead believe that you are the chosen one
Raining tears
Oh no
Gracious even God
Bloodied the cross
Your sins are washed enough
Mother's cry
"Is hate so deep
Must a baby's bones
This hungry fire feed?"
As smoke clouds roll in
The symphony of death
This is the last stop

Scream
Right is wrong now
Shut up you big lie
This black and white lie
You comb your hair to hide
Your lying eyes
You're righteous, so righteous
You're always so right
But why your lie
Go ahead and dream
Go ahead believe that you are the chosen one
This is the last stop

Here there's more than is showing up
Hope that we can break it down
It's not so black and white
You're righteous
You're righteous
You're righteous
You're always so right
There you are nailing a good tree
Then say forgive me, forgive me
Why
Raining tears
This is the last stop

Here there is more than is showing up
Hope that we can break it down
It's not so black and white

A big honkin' quiz marathon!

( yeah, baybee, yeah! )