The Washington Post, and Democracy Now!, report on 37 military linguists, fluent in Arabic, discharged for being gay. It seems ironic that at this time of terror anyone who speaks Arabic (the language of terror) would be let go. Of course we know what happens to all those good ole boys in the army once gays are around. Yup, they get gay themselves. And who wants more gays? Apparently the supposed gay pheromone is responsible for the quick grasp these gay soldiers have taken on Arabic. Military scientists at DARPA have begun tests to analyze, sparate, and reengineer this miracle language enhancing trait, which apparently is only secreted from those who refrain from telling when they aren't asked, but can't get those damn wrists straight.

Apparently we raised about $7,000. Whoopie! Huge success for democracy and freedom of the press right here in B-lo.

Just read Shawn's latest piece and have to agree that atheists (maybe more correctly non-christians) are on a day-to-day basis discriminated in society. A personal example involves my workplace, where we are encouraged to decorate our workspace for the holidays. Recently I had a discussion with the "lunch crowd" about this issue, and was, well not really surprised, but still amazed at the staunchess of held opinions. We were talking about decorations and how everyone has a right to decorate their area how they want it, according to their beliefs. Their was a Jewish woman at the table who started by saying it was somewhat daunting to come into the office and be confronted by row after row of Christmas decorations, and some rather graphic representations of Jesus, Mary and the rest. Most of the table did not agree with her, a few even snorted disdainfully. I came in next that on the same token if I was a Satan worshipper and decided to display upside down crosses and bloody die Jesus stickers they would all soon feel very offended as well. I believe at this point I was told that there was a difference between that kind of belief or something like that. In other words there wasn't a problem with Christmas decor becuase almost all of them were Christian. It's the problem with the majority, maybe even with democracy. The majority wins and their views are respected to the exclusion of other beliefs. To me it was just astonishing that no one could even see the point I was trying to make, even in an academic kind of way, to them it was a no-brainer: Christmas is good, good people like Christmas. Truly a case of atheist (more correctly non-Christian) discrimination.

I wanna go hoam too.

Yo Yo YO!

So da party rocked the house and took the roof off. Amy came and was just as fantabulastic as she always is on the show. She mesmerized an audience of over 200 fellow Bufallonians for an hour with straightforward facts about the state of our media and concomitant/codependent democracy. We sat on the floor, fitting somehow, listening to a succinct monologue of offenses against our right to free speech and an informed press. We ate wonderful mostly vegan cuisine provided by Coop housers Emily and Kevin, and yours trizuly (which was made only slightly less gourmet by the buffalo wing smell permeating the room-apparently the union workers strike if there aint no wings). Amy ate of food from my hand. Probably right now little cells of my substance are slowly being digested before incorporation into her greater whole. Yes, I am now a part of democracy's voice. Hail me faithful subjects as I (through my host specimen Amy) strive to lift veils of obscuring corporate curtains from the eyes of your minds. Yea, Oh, Verily, and Behold. Apparently I no longer need to get high to write rambling nonsense-yay. So I think it went great. Over 200 people at $10-$20 average ticket price equals at least $3000, and that's assuming no one put in at Patriot ($100) level. So maybe we made $5000-that's a year of Democracy Now! I won't be surprised, and am so glad that this, my first real activist effort, seems to be turning out so positively. Maybe I should stop being such a negative old fartmudgeon. Nah, all my friends would miss my cynicism I am sure. Though between Holly and I we are over the top sometimes. One of these days when we're bemoaning our sorry fates someon's gonna take our advice and shoot us, and we'll deserve it. Amy is shorter than I expected-aren't they always? Her face was kind. She ate my cells. Not too many though, just enough for germination. God, I hope she doesn't read this somehow. Do you think others share this fascination with her? I should look. I'll post later the results.