Here's a couple of insights from EverdayInsight on Twitter. They seem more interesting by their sequence.
The first is very benign, "People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing." This is why the terrorists rarely succeed. They're not having enough fun. Instead, they "harm their own cause no matter how valid their concerns might be."
What the Republicans are really afraid of on this health care issue is that it will work in a great way and people will like it.
They have this idiotic theory that government can't do anything right, then they stand, salute, and praise the military. A government thing.
The weirdest ones are the unreflective idiots who say, "Keep the guv'munt out of my Medicare. Keep Medicare in private hands." Fools.
Or the Social Security recipients who are suddenly against government programs. "Keep guv'munt out of my Social Security."
I hope the Republicans do stand strong against this. And that Obama rams it down their throats ... and that it turns out to be popular.
Then let the Republicans to the voters hat-in-hand, like they already have with the stimulus, "We were for it all along."
Anything ... those hypocrites will show their true disgusting colors on anything ...They swallowed Bush's camels and choke on Obama's gnats.
The Republican party makes the fur on my neck stand up. Why do I have with fur on my neck? I need it there if it's going to stand up, silly.
Anyway, I saw Obama on TV, delightful, making sense. Then we have the Republicans, scuzballs, flaky turncoats. There's no competition!
When it comes to member care, aren't there supposed to be various amenities to keep me happy, contented, and willing to keep tweeting?
Even if it's something as worthless as an "Attaboy" or participation certificate, at least it's something to tell my Mom about. A gold star?
She's sitting in a nursing home waiting for me to visit. But she's going to remain very lonely indeed until I have something to show her.
I told her the other day I had a thousand followers. When the actual number is somewhere under 100. If she finds out it'll break her heart.
She doesn't have that much to live for anyway, just the pride she has in her boy's achievements. Which hasn't been much to hang her life on.
A little bit of sympathy would be nice, at least, in the absence of something tangible I could present, like documentation of my success.
Consider this a cry for help, not so much for me, because I'm young, I can afford to fail. But she's old, feeble, drawing her last breath.
And at this point I don't expect she'll take my word for it. I'm going to need a printout, a screenshot, something notarized, very official.
One of my followers is trying to save an old building, a museum. Name a room after me, a shelf, anything, just so it makes the nightly news.
The dbkundalini Memorial Shelf, on which we place trinkets from 1716, stuff almost 300 years old, doilies, Dolly Madison's underpants.
Dear Mother, I'm going to Israel, the holy land like you always wanted me to. I'm investing all your money in orange trees. Wish me luck.
Isn't that something from 'Ulysses'? Correct me if I'm wrong. I hope I'm wrong, because then I'll own the very valuable copyright on it.
Thank you. The Displeased Parent motif if very important to our psyches and literature. And I've been happy to explore it with you.
