i sit in the glow of the bar
miles away from myself
looking through the bottom of each bottle

hope everyone has fun with that last post

all of you march your little self's off to war. Left, Right Left Right. I just love how people identify themselves so strongly with an ideology, its as if they are proud to join this fraternity of people who do not think for themselves but rather take their marching orders from people who have a hell of a lot more money, and a hell of a lot more control over things than they will ever have. Why don't you just really grow some balls and join a gang, bloods, crips, westsiders, eastsiders, maybe that will give you the adrenaline rush that "ideology" can provide. gang warfare. oh but thats right when everyone leaves the ivory tower, those pastoral lawns infront of great halls of learning, obviously you forgot the whole reason for going to school. NOT FOR A FUCKING OCCUPATION, BUT TO INSTRUCT YOU TO LEARN TO THINK FOR YOURSELVES. see in high school kiddies, everyone wants to be like everyone else. and please do not say thats not true. there is a reason why 80's high school movies are so popular, because they are a mirror of high school life all over the country. so when you go to school, you are allowed to see different points of view, take information for your own and formulate your own hypothesis. but then if you still did that, you would not be able to keep up with the jones's, or people might think you eccentric. or perhaps, when someone says what are you doing now, you might not have the exact, correct answer. just let your minds become mush, become the fodder the PARTY wants you to become so when you watch Bill O'Reilly on his spin no spin zone, and he shouts down a guest you can see his side of the shouting match, its all entertainment people and you apparently just can't see this. thats how they sell the adds that pay for the shit on tv now adays. go ahead watch reality tv. talk about the next day. because lord knows, (oh shit i said lord knows, is that allowed, considering i am an independent. i do believe i god, and feel our nation was founded on christian principals, he is on our money and in our courthouses, he is in our pledge of allegiance and should be there) thats what the PARTY wants, so you do not have time to read, to find for yourself the truth or to think critically so you do not have time to QUESTION AUTHORITY, maybe if you did do this you would see that most of what we are told, or fed through sound bites is out of context and self serving. apparently all of the loans on the loan counter are a waste of money, an accumulation of interest that you could have put to better use at the casino in niagara falls, or on an online texas hold em website. My roomate is a Republican, Myself, an Independent. I can already hear the cries, Why don't you pick a side, don't be a flip flopper, well friends everything should be taken on an issue by issue basis.abortion, immigration, the environment, But of course you people who proudly wave the bloody shirt say your way is the only way. And then you have those who want to be friends with everyone, coddle and understand. Well people there is a time and place for both. think of our world as your neighborhood, everyone has to live there. yes there are people who fuck up majorly. their are zealots. but do we have to support their cause by giving them reason to hate us more? they will hate us regardless. we have not fullfilled a prome. i did not and do not support the war in Iraq. i support the troops and pray for their speedy return, safe and having accomplished that which they were sent there for. though they should not have been sent in the first, they are there now and have to do the best. my roomates brother is leaving in a month for kuwait. he has a child, and one on the way. do you think the gov't pay is going to be near enough to support his family? a pvt in the army makes 17,000 a year give or take a few hundred. what does an entry level employee at Haliburton make? what will the bush twins make? part of the problem is our country's policies.policies that even have rended our nation in two, four even, the left the right the haves the have nots. there are haves and have nots in each party, the snake has two heads, the blind just cannot see this. part of the problem is the result of france and britains carving up the globe in the age of colonization, and unfortunately, we left standing as the lone superpower after the cold war have taken the onus of responsibility on ourselves. the problem is much to complex to be solved in a black and white, excuse me red and blue world (ref: election map) i don't have the answer, but we do live together and no this is not can't we all just get along, cause its not, but we as a nation need to come together, and that will not happen until the changes with in require an administration that is RESPONSIBLE TO THE PEOPLE THAT ELECTED IT, THEY SERVE US, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.

Necessity is the plea for infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves. -William Pitt

"Government is not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force; like fire, a troublesome servant and a fearful master. Never for a moment should it be left to irresponsible action." - George Washington

They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety. -Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, 1759

Public Papers of the Presidents, Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1960, p. 1035- 1040

My fellow Americans:

Three days from now, after half a century in the service of our country, I shall lay down the responsibilities of office as, in traditional and solemn ceremony, the authority of the Presidency is vested in my successor.

This evening I come to you with a message of leave-taking and farewell, and to share a few final thoughts with you, my countrymen.

Like every other citizen, I wish the new President, and all who will labor with him, Godspeed. I pray that the coming years will be blessed with peace and prosperity for all.

Our people expect their President and the Congress to find essential agreement on issues of great moment, the wise resolution of which will better shape the future of the Nation.

My own relations with the Congress, which began on a remote and tenuous basis when, long ago, a member of the Senate appointed me to West Point, have since ranged to the intimate during the war and immediate post-war period, and, finally, to the mutually interdependent during these past eight years.

In this final relationship, the Congress and the Administration have, on most vital issues, cooperated well, to serve the national good rather than mere partisanship, and so have assured that the business of the Nation should go forward. So, my official relationship with the Congress ends in a feeling, on my part, of gratitude that we have been able to do so much together

Crises there will continue to be. In meeting them, whether foreign or domestic, great or small, there is a recurring temptation to feel that some spectacular and costly action could become the miraculous solution to all current difficulties. A huge increase in newer elements of our defense; development of unrealistic programs to cure every ill in agriculture; a dramatic expansion in basic and applied research -- these and many other possibilities, each possibly promising in itself, may be suggested as the only way to the road we wish to travel.

But each proposal must be weighed in the light of a broader consideration: the need to maintain balance in and among national programs -- balance between the private and the public economy, balance between cost and hoped for advantage -- balance between the clearly necessary and the comfortably desirable; balance between our essential requirements as a nation and the duties imposed by the nation upon the individual; balance between actions of the moment and the national welfare of the future. Good judgment seeks balance and progress; lack of it eventually finds imbalance and frustration.

The record of many decades stands as proof that our people and their government have, in the main, understood these truths and have responded to them well, in the face of stress and threat. But threats, new in kind or degree, constantly arise. I mention two only.

IV.

A vital element in keeping the peace is our military establishment. Our arms must be mighty, ready for instant action, so that no potential aggressor may be tempted to risk his own destruction.

Our military organization today bears little relation to that known by any of my predecessors in peacetime, or indeed by the fighting men of World War II or Korea.

Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no armaments industry. American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But now we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions. Added to this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the defense establishment. We annually spend on military security more than the net income of all United States corporations.

This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence -- economic, political, even spiritual -- is felt in every city, every State house, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the militaryindustrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.

even when its not a game
you can hear faintly across the breeze,
"PLAY BALL"

got a job got a job got a job.

the woman actually asked me if there was anything they could do for me to make my decision. how awesome is that. i was sitting in an office in manhattan and was asked what they could do for me. im sorry, for being so excited about that, but it is just funny. especially coming from my situation at my previous job. it feels good. excited, and nervous. but looking forward to starting new.

i just love summer. parties going deep into the nite on friends porches, underneath street lites, inbetween the glow of citronella candles illuminating the rings of sweat on tables from big red cups. of day long, weekend long sojourns to the beach watching children skip with glee along the oceans edge, wagons of balls, frisbees, wiffle bats, umbrellas, coolers and beach chairs being pulled through the sand, while that prime piece of time eroded is picked in earnest. sometimes staying o'er nite on the sands, waking up to the crash of the surf, the hand full of surfers paddling out on the green waters. other times the day ending, shuffling down streets among the bungalows in flip flops and sandals the soft aroma of coconut tanning lotion, sun baked skin and sea breeze in hair. these nite's falling across the din of revelers on these said porches, retiring to rooms, where windows welcome the nite's breeze dancing dancing with curtains waving silent o'er naked bodies warm from the day's sun. long car rides through winding country roads passing fruit and vegetable stands that are guarded by lonely tractors, sitting rusted, mute in tall sun bleached grasses. destinations reached, stretching legs and arms, giving gifts of wine, beer, casseroles, dips, being ushered into backyard, patios where mouths oiled with drinks of considerable influence talk of work, gossip, big important purchases, friends and acquaintances not in attendance. the smell of charcoal burning and the sizzle of hot dogs, chicken, sausages, burgers, clams.

Well the calls are rolling in now. people wantin me to come interview. yeah bitches i knew it would happen soon. timing couldn't have been better. a new job to start the summer with, hopefully a lot of cash in my pocket to have fun with. delicious. talked to haikuster yesterday, well texted actually. it was good hearing from her. talked about our 4th of july plans. she will be watching the firecrackers over the pacific, and i will be watching them over the atlantic. my head is all over the place, as you can probably guess from the past few entries. my girlfirend and i broke up. it sucks, especially because i am going to run into her most of the time when i am in LOng Beach. its not a big place, and everyone knows everyone and their business. but hopefully if i get this job in manhattan, i will be able to spend more time in the city. its an IT Recruiter position. something i know nothing about, but i have an advantage, the woman who did my interview is from Rochester, and she saw that i went to school there at St John Fisher, and the guy i am meeting with next wednesday went to school in good ole B-Lo. People who went to school upstate just love meeting other people from upstate. it really is a sort of magical place. hahaha.

never really thought the depth of "Keep your eyes on the road" until just now,
listening to Bob seger, and washing the the salt down with some of the silver bullet. i actually had looked away from the road, the place that has been like a blanket, while i have not traveled it the way i want in any stretch of the imagination, the idea of it is comforting. its calling me. as we approach our birthday as a nation, we are a people of the road, a nation of car fanatics, fast food junkies, thrill seekers. no old world stuffiness here. fuck that shit. move move move move m-o-v-e speed. a nation of nomads we used to be. its capitalism, its materialism that mucks our feet to the continent in our own little slice of heaven. we've given up bankruptcy protection, something that used to be a hallmark of our nation. you fuck up, you can start over. well the greedy men who rule the world, no one has taken the win outta their sails dave. you listen you will understand

how much for a pound of flesh
the vendors did ask
how much for a pound of your heart
your lover did ask

you know you smile when you sleep?
rolling over, waking up, before you
every morn,
seeing your face, your lips, your smile
hearing your breath when you would roll
over onto my chest
your breast pressed against mine
wet from the shower in you robe, soft
against your cool clean skin
thanking the winds, the sun, the waters
thanking god for bringing you and
i together
walking to work,
happy in the morning,
knowing everything was alright
you were inside of me,
i was inside of you
the little boy in me
the little girl in you
laughter, loving
im going to miss your nitetime smiles
im going to miss your kisses
the little squeak you make when i squeeze you tight
th laught that follows
hearing you complain about what to wear
while i watch the weather
the way you would turn you head
while we danced
i, knowing everyone watching,green
wishing they had what we had
seeing your eyes,
loving your eyes, your smile
god your smile.

told my boss the other day to fuck off. yep, it was great, well not really considering now i am scrambling for a job. it did feel good, but the initial rush wore off at happy hour. it was a job that was going now where to begin with, but i was trying to get interviews so i was not left flat. the only interviews i managed to get were lousy marketing schemes. not jobs, but schemes. pyramid type mothership shit. yeah i really don't think that stuff should be put in the classifieds. its really a bummer to job searchers all over. you send out your resume, accompanied most times with a gut wrenching cover letter, and you get to the interview and the guy does not even have the damn resume on the table, just wants to talk about the GREAT opportunity before me where i can make thousands of dollars, if and only if i bring on 10 other "sales reps" He presents his "success story" smelling of drakkar, brute, or polo and cigarettes. Always has a big raspy your friend in a bar voice, and warm sweaty hands. Handing you a business card for Smith Inc. International TelecomEnterprises.