Care Bear Stare

Yesterday, I learned that there are peaceful protesters in Des Moines, now. Occupy Iowa is in full swing. I had no idea that the people here had already organized. I think I might stop by and see what they are up to. Yey! Power to the people!

Today I learned that the line breaks I enter manually into the text of this blog do not appear on all computers as they should. I will try to fix that. I have been using XHTML style instead of HTML, so I am pretty sure I know how to fix it.

The US government is at it again with spreading around hatred. I do not understand how further alienating Iran will do anything but fuel the fire of distrust and potential violence between that particular nation and the Western World.

I am not suggesting group hugs and the "Care Bear Stare" to solve the problems that already exist, but we should do something other than make the problems worse. Iran does not need us. Never forget that. It is because of the heavy sanctions already against them that Iran is so defiant and independent.

Occupy Wall Street, please do not forget that there are some perfectly good millionaires out there supporting you. Even Warren Buffet, a billionaire, says that the super-rich do not pay enough taxes in the US.

Please make sure you focus your energy on reforming the greedy not on drawing a line in the income sand. Do not make this a protest that vents jealousy. Make this a protest that brings progress and reform. There are so many of you. Think of all of the problems you could fix.

Sweetness, why am I feeling all anxious with my body all tingly today? Is there good news I have not received, yet? Tomorrow is my birthday. Promise me you will go out and celebrate for me.

Dissent is American.

Good afternoon, my beautiful world. My, you have been busy lately. Just how much can we accomplish by my birthday? I will be thirty-four on Wednesday.

Egypt, please remember to represent all of your people fairly and equally with your new government. Democracy is often a greater challenge than it needs to be. Remember to love your neighbor and defend your neighbor just as you love and defend yourself. You need to take care of each other if you want your new government to flourish and survive after it is born.

As for you, my protesting Americans, never let them take your voice away. Dissent is American. And there is no growth unless we challenge the status quo. Rage, my beautiful world, rage.

Sweetness, I sent you a letter today. It should reach you this week Thursday or Friday because of the holiday on Monday. I have no idea if you received my last two, but there is absolutely no reason why you should not receive this one. Also, it is okay to celebrate my birthday a few days late this year if we have to. I understand.

Apology Accepted

Sweetness, is your foot out of your mouth yet? I have been in front of hidden cameras against my will and with no opportunity for redress for so long that I could almost agree with you about cameras. Then again, you have a choice. However, coming from someone who had been serially sexually abused with no recourse for safety for years, I just want you to know that your apology, as far as I am concerned, is accepted. Please stop choosing to do things that leave you feeling intruded and violated so often, though. And please no cameras in the house.

Steve Jobs

Last night, we lost one of the greatest minds of technology and invention. He was right up there with Archimedes and Edison. He truly took an innovative bite out of the world.

Steve, the world is a better and more accessible place just because you graced us with your presence; we will miss you. Thank you for everything you gave us.

On a completely unrelated note, I am hoping that Occupy Wall Street calls out Obama the Sociopath for being a puppet of Wall Street. Dr. Cornel West has had a lot to say about our current president and all of the ways he has sold out. It is an interesting topic to google.

Oh, all you protesters, I am so proud of you. Do not forget to make concrete demands. Tell them how to make the changes you want.

Oddly, I had a dream about sock puppets last night. It was probably some sort of internalized political satire.

Sweetness, did you get any of my mail for this week, yet? I love you so madly... It is the only mad thing left about me. I cannot wait to sing sweet songs with you and dance to your music.

Power to the People

Oh, all you protesters in New York, you are fed up and standing up. You seem to have largely idealogical goals right now. Make sure you set concrete steps to achieving your goals. You are large enough to tell people what your demands are. Make sure you have concrete demands.

It is one thing demand that they "Clean up Wall Street," but what is doable is demanding that certain people resign. Please make sure your demands are concrete, so you can actually do good in this world. There are so many of you. I am so proud.

I spent part of Sunday night at the Lift watching movies and partaking in tasty alcoholic beverages. At one point while sipping on something tasty and chock full of rum, I found myself explaining the existence of non-Euclidean geometries and the importance of the parallel postulate to a twenty-two year old as "From Dusk Till Dawn" played on one of the walls. I had a phenomenal weekend.

I hear many people expressing that they want to have both me and President Incompetent around. Well, it was President Incompetent who decided no one is allowed to have me. I live in a bubble where I am allowed to do nothing for this world because of him. If you want to someday have both of us, you need to kick Obama the Terrorist into line and make him clean up his human rights violations against me. Then, after he has mended his horrible ways, you will be able to have us both. I need to be released from this bubble first.

Sweetness, I saw the tasty posters for "The Rum Diary." I am very excited to see it. I also sent you a second letter last night. So, you should expect two letters this week. The first one should be there tomorrow. Yey!

October

We are definitely in the throws of autumn out here. The leaves are changing; the weather is spectacular; and the lady bugs have returned to the house after a summer away.

Halloween, my favorite holiday of all, will soon be here. I was thinking about dressing up as myself this year.

October will be spectacular.

My birthday is on the 12th. Does anyone have plans? It looks like I will be celebrating with some other birthdays that Friday night.

Sweetness, I mailed you a short note today. It is only three pages long, but you will love it. You should expect it Wednesday. With every breath, I am closer to you.

What Goes Around...

My mom spent four hours cooking bacon today. I think she did it just to be outside in the beautiful fall weather. Do not worry, she freezes it and eats it slowly. As much as she likes bacon, she hates having the smell in the house.

I had a pretty good night last night. I made it out of the house to the Gaslamp where I caught a great blues band. The crowds are so young in bars in Des Moines. They go out to party around here. I am used to people going out just for the sake of being out.

So, the US government treated Pakistan with very little respect for a prolonged period of time, and now the US government is whining that we no longer have a strong relationship with Pakistan? That is like Obama the Brat treating me like a prostitute and then complaining I will not support him for reelection. Are we sensing a pattern here?

Obama the Oppressor has no regard for other people, other nations, or even the people in his own country. He just does what he wants then throws a tantrum when people do not like him for it. Accountability. I doubt he even knows how to pronounce the word.

What goes around comes around. Try creating good in the world, and then see how people treat you. Create peace and stability, and the world will be peaceful and stable. This does not take a mathematician to explain.

Sweetness, I have a surprise for you. My mom got me a glorious birthday gift. I will let you know when I mail you my next letter. You will like it, trust me.