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Entries this day: Dream_met_GB Late Sonessy_pie Dream met GB 8:07am JST Monday 19 October 2009 (day 14453) Watching some video about 'merika! and was like getting all pissed off about the wars the industrial-military-government-complex has going on, plus the inflation of the Dollar, etc and was like, "yeah, part of it is effin' Bush's hick accent which reminds me of the type of people who think he did a great service for our country." "They destroyed our own trade towers and steal all the gold from below them so they could start wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and soon Iran, all for a false flag operation just like the Neocons wanted. I mean it's not even like you have to scour the videos for evidence, the fact that all the evidence was destroyed is enough to subpoena everyone in charge on that day. Fuckin' Cheney to start, Silverstein made some bucks, and fuckin' NORAD, Elizabeth Nelson will talk, and fuckin George Bush the hapless leader who signed into law his and Cheney's free rides." And my mom was like, "you might want to ixnay the uckinfay ushbay, cause he's right there," and I looked up and saw ol' George with smarmy smile looking down on me from below all "now, why would you think that anything other than what happened happened?" "George, um, Mr President, um former president, what happened to all the evidence that day? Why was it destroyed?" "I don't know of any evidence that was destroyed." "Then where is it? All those twisted up I-beams from the trade centers?" "It was cleaned up by the strength of our construction workers over a five month period." "Mr President, please," and I reached out to touch his arm in a bit of human compassion, and his guard guy started to pull out hand cuffs, saying, "you cannot touch The President," "I didn't touch him; please, oh please I don't mean anything malicious," and the guy was like, "do you know The President has a stack of money right here under his arm?" he was pointing to his armpit. "No he doesn't," I said with disgust. "what are you talking about?" And then Laura came up, and I go, "oh Laura, thank you," and woke up. permalinkLate 8:27am JST Monday 19 October 2009 (day 14453) I felt sorta well rested and was sure I had slept past 6:45; my alarm must have been turned off. Looked at my iPhone. Yipes! It was 7:35 when I woke up, and I had to be on the train in 30 minutes. Good thing I showered last night! permalinkSonessy pie 11:16pm JST Monday 19 October 2009 (day 14453) Little Miss Soness is feeling the effects of this Little Piggy Flu (perhaps). At her request on my way home, I bought her some flu meds, crackers, OJ, soup, etc. She headed early to bed and I sat nearby for about 20 minutes and invited reiki energy to help her healing process. permalinkprev day next day |