Things out of reach. We place them there for good reason.

Do we only long for what we can not have because it's safe? It's unattainable so no harm can come from wanting it. What happens though when you actually are presented with the unattainable? Smart thing is to turn away and run. There are only two of three people I really wish I could get in touch with again. But at this point it would be like meeting a celebrity. What do you say? And what happens when they don't feel the same way? I have few regrets in my life. Each scar was well earned. My family is a gift from the great magnet in the sky. But yet I wonder...

On a warm summer evening on a bed bound for nowhere.

It was an awkward moment when I awoke this evening at 7:39 p.m. My head was where my feet normally are, and I realized I was still dreaming. There is not a lot to do on a Sunday night in D.C., unless of course you are a criminal. Political or otherwise. Most of the historical places shut down early. So the employees can have some semblance of a weekend, before the mad rush of Monday. When millions of people will be rushing in to see what democracy looks like on paper, and blood splattered balconies of dimunte theaters of days long past. There is a certain heartbeat that this city maintains. Odd rhythms, syncopated by the mad dash of tourists, cab drivers, politicians, the homeless,military personal. The F.B.I. Have their own police force here. It's a beautiful place. Especially at night. Still filled with so much hope and promise, yet untapped. It's encouraging to see the building blocks of this country, but deeply alarming when you see them barricaded by three foot thick cement roadblocks, and armed soldiers at the ready to shoot any shmuck who happens to wobble too close to history. People claim there is a lot going wrong in the world and this country in particular. And to a certain degree they are right. But when you wipe away the bullshit smeared on the lens, the potential to correct these problems is so vastly available, and waiting for the chance to be used correctly. Tomorrow I'm sure I will jump back into my haze of anger and sarcasm. But tonight I think I will let hope carry me off to sleep.

Listen children and you shall here the basterdized version of Paul Revere.

So here we are on the eve of nothing. Filled with a fifth of Jack Daniels because the local store had no Wild Turkey. I’m sitting here watching The Godfather Part 1. The last week has filled us with all sorts of lunacy. From both parties. But let us not gloss over the most entertaining of all happenings from a possible 2012 Presidential Candidate Sarah Palin. A wonderful idiot that one could have only dreamed of to replace George W. Bush. Where he had some tenacity and balls, to match his dimwitted cowboy dreams. Mrs. Palin is just a dumb fucking moron. This was proved once again in her recent trip to Boston. When a local news reporter asked her what she was most going to take away from her visit to Boston, she blundered the history of Paul Revere. When it was pointed out to her the obvious mistake she made, not only did she refuse to acknowledge that she was wrong she accused the media of yet another “Gotcha” moment. What she doesn’t understand is no one needs to lay down landmines for her to step onto. She will find her own to detonate. My dreams are that the Republican’s throw in the towel on the 2012 race like they did on the 2008 race and let her run against Obabma. There aren’t enough drugs in the world to prepare you for the type of silliness that this dimwitted bitch will bring forth. Especially if god forbid she win. Then every comedian in the world will commit suicide because the jokes will be too easy, and the end of the world will have spewed forth. So to paraphrase the perhaps great Paul Revere the Palin’s are coming, the Palin’s are coming. With all retarded children in tow.