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My G-g-g-g-generation January 19, 2009

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, music, New Orleans, NOLA, Odds&Sods, Toulouse Street.
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Screw you Pepsi.

This is my generation, baby. Born in 1957 I am supposed to be the last of the true Baby Boomers, and the Clinton’s are supposed to be my generation’s President.

Hell, no.

Their Traingularnessess represent everything that went off the tracks sometime around 1970, when the American Moloch (Moloch whose drink is Pepsi) tried to swallow and vomit back in clever shrink wrap every forward thought, every intangible positive vibration the 60s produced.

While Obama has more Clinton veterans on his dance card than Ken Starr had on his witness list, he is a much better representation of, is in some way the resurrection of the better angels of our nature that the 1960s promised.

My generation. This is my generation, baby.

Hit it.

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This election in a nutshell October 30, 2008

Posted by The Typist in Toulouse Street.
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I don’t usually write about politics (except for the christianist zealots and their tomfoolery). Still, I think this neatly sums things up for me (courtesy of MSNBC.com):

“The average working family is $2,000 poorer now than when George Bush took office,” [Barrack Obama] said. “Bill [Clinton] and I were in Orlando last night. When Bill Clinton was president, the average wage and income went up $7,500. So, I’ve got an economic plan that’s similar to Bill Clinton’s. John McCain’s got an economic plan that’s similar to George Bush’s. So all you have to do is look and see what works and what doesn’t. This is not complicated. We’ve done the experiment.”

Of course, a lot of likely Republican voters aren’t too fond of experimental methodology. I mean, it’s not mentioned once in the Bible, now, is it. As for the rest who are not going to vote for That One for That Reason Which Shall Not Be Admitted, I just wanted to let you know that we have all the bridges wired to blow in case all you bat shit crazies just to our north lose it on Nov. 5th.