Someone (Thanks, Ben!) commented on my note listing out some quotes I like.  I had incorrectly attributed a quote by William J. H. Boetcker to Abraham Lincoln.  I’m glad I have the correct attribution, but am not too upset.  It seems Ronald Reagan made the same mistake.  Here is the full quote of “The Ten Cannots” and correct attribution:

You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot help small men by tearing down big men.
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatreds.
You cannot establish security on borrowed money.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man’s initiative and independence.
You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
~William J. H. Boetcker, 1916

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and take 5 deep breaths. The election will be over in a few weeks. Honestly, when you come right down to it, I think we’re splitting hairs on the candidates. They both have programs/platforms that the experts (tax, economy, healthcare) think won’t make a big difference and will ultimately cost us tax payers (different from registered voters) lots of money.

Mostly, I’m just gonna vote my gut, still debate with supporters from the other team cuz I like to debate, and make sure I don’t vote for any incumbents in Congress.  Congress has the lowest approval rating than Bush or any other Congress in reported history.  I don’t care party lines, if you are in office in congress now, you don’t have my vote.  Time for a house cleaning.

2 things I know to be true… I’m the King of ConleyWorld and I still like trees.

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If I had a friend who worked in a casting agency somewhere in the LA area (which I definitely don’t or I wouldn’t be posting this on a blog where both of you can see it) and that friend perhaps drank consistently to the point where they complained about their liver hurting, these are the suggestions I would give them (see?  I stayed gender neutral, Kate!):

• get a new liver from one of those idiot actors… just post a gig as an extra on “House” as “liver doner” and tell them Hugh is really into method acting… once they are unconscious in the alley, the work is pretty easy… I’m pretty sure wikipedia has instructions on doing a liver replacement surgery.
• homeless… aren’t there tons of homeless there?  This is slightly more risky… you’ll want to seek out the mentally unstable, not the homeless alcoholics.  Not that there is anything wrong with being a homeless alcoholic, but they probably are drinking hairspray or lighter fluid and that can’t be good for the liver.  I’d mark this down as a temporary solution…
• illegal aliens… they’re everywhere over there, right?  Find someone young and healthy, tell them you’re with the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and you will grant them a green card in exchange for their liver
• I’m pretty sure if you google it, you could find a Canadian pharmacy that would sell you a liver pretty cheep
• My friend Darin… not sure that his liver is any better, but that’s a good picture

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In past lives, I’ve been accused of falling into “dark moods”. It wasn’t about the glass being half full, but more screaming out “who gave me such a big fucking glass?!?” What did people think I need such a big glass for? What the hell am I ’sposed to put in there? Someone will just come along and piss in it because that’s what people do… they get shit-faced and then need a place to piss and here will be my big fucking glass and they’ll say “hey, here’s a big glass that’s only half full… there’s plenty of room for me to piss in it… woohoo, my lucky night… I’ll take a piss and then get back to this party and score with that hot chick I’ve been hitting on!” and then what will I have? A big fucking glass full of piss and then I’ll have to smile about it… It’s not like I can complain cuz my glass is NO LONGER FUCKING HALF FULL! People will tell me, sure, it’s got piss in it, but it’s only HALF FULL OF PISS… look on the bright side! So, I’ll smile and not let on that someone pissed in my big fucking glass! Then I’ll just be this ass walking around with a big fucking glass full of piss slopping all over my hands with a stupid ass grin on my face while some other guy gets lucky with the sloppy drunk co-ed. SCREW ‘EM! TAKE YOUR GLASS AND YOUR PISS AND GO TO HELL!

um… heh… well… like I was saying… that was in past lives… I’ve moved on. Let the anger go, if you will. Fill my glass up, brother… it just keeps getting bigger! But, the point is, The Bloggess, my favorite blog authoress, passed on a tweet to everyone with the following song.  It reminded me of the good ole days of anger, depression, self-loathing, denial, frustration, hate, despair… um… yeah, the good ole days.  So, I wanted to share it with both all of you.  I leave you with this on a Friday, to top off your week.  Life could be worse, your attitude affects everyone around you, so grin that big dopey grin and try not to spill any piss on your hands!

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Goodbye, Sasquatch, Yetti, Bigfoot... friend

While there have always been several Sasquatch sightings in the past, I first encountered Bigfoot while on special assignment with the OSI in the fall of  1976.  It was a tumultuous time for all of us with the aliens, experimentation in cyborg technology and the cold war.   I’ll be honest, it wasn’t easy breaking down the barriers that Sas built up around him, but it was worth it in the end.  When I found myself in a pinch, I knew I could count on him.

Sasquatch at Van Halen Concert in the '80s

In the 80’s, Sas showed a strong desire to blend in.  He would regularly shave his body and venture out.  He loved rock and would travel across country to catch some of his favorite bands.

Thanks for the rise of the X-Files in the 90’s, Sas had to go back underground.  Every freak with a video camera was out to ‘expose’ him.  We fell out of touch after that. I blame the rise of super smart snakes on this.  What most people don’t know is that sasquatch are the sworn enemy of snakes and spend much of their time hunting down and stopping reptillian world domination plans and hit squads.

I don’t know if what these guys found in Georgia is really Sas or not, but I want to believe not.  He recently sent me an IM talking about starting up a facebook account and getting excited about some new MMORPGs coming out.  All I know is that if anyone ever needed a boulder thrown across a valley, they could count on Sas.  It will be a sad, sad world if that was no longer true.

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