the quandry:

we need the conservatives to succeed, particularly in iraq. if they don't, the middle east is fucked, we're fucked, the world is fucked. a moderate, liberalized iraq (liberal as in secular government, civil liberties, etc., stuff most conservatives believe in too) is the best hope for saving the middle east from fundamentalist islam. on the other hand, if the we succeed, the conservative success in iraq furthers their cause, and the liberals lose. we need to win in iraq, but that victory hurts our (the liberals) cause.

even if the conservatives are right on foreign policy in this instance, it doesn't mean their policies will be anymore right anywhere else. not that it will matter; victory in iraq will probably mean 50 years of fundamentalist "my God is bigger than your God" christianity and corporate rule at the expense of the populace and the environment.

conservatives accuse liberals of rooting for failure in the middle east. you know what, i would if i had that luxury, but i don't. the fact is that victory in iraq is so important, so utterly necessary, that it has to be done if we're to have any hope of defeating the threat of islamic terrorism and jihad.

so stop complaining about the liberals and let your leaders win the damn war.

i'm a huge fan of southpaw, the white sox mascot introduced last year. he dresses up in all sorts of different versions of his costume, like for dog day afternoon and elvis day and all that other crap. i'm so rooting for him.

also, he recently appeared in the chicago bulls halftime mascot challenge, withc benny the bull and that other bull and the various college mascots from the area and...whatever the hell the black hawk hawk is named. and i was totally caught off guard when i had a twinge of extreme sadness when i saw that damn creepy looking black hawk-type thing in a hockey uniform. why? because i was way into hockey for probably 4 or 5 years, it was my number 2 sport behind baseball. and i cant name more than like 6 or 7 players on the hawks now. and the fact that the season has been cancelled makes me worry for their future, and this just sucks so much. i pledge, here and now, to be totally all about hockey again if it ever comes back. and i pray it does and sticks around, because man, would it suck if it's gone forever.

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southpaw
5 Stars (Out of 5)

everyone stop making fun of him! hes cute and awesome, and come on, its for the kids. plus, if you kill him some talented mascot type guy is out of work, and as a liberal im against bad things happening to anyone.

LIES ABOUT HARSHIL

When Harshil sits he clenches his toes like a monkey.

Harshil was never mocked in jr. high for having long arms, like a monkey.

Harshil is named after Harshil "Herschel" Walker.

Harshil once sat down without clenching his toes like a monkey.

Harshil never told a long running narrative about me being kidnapped by our advisory teacher and sold as a slave to Japanese businessmen and eventually being robbed at gunpoint by my own performer monkey in Brazil.

Harshil gets 31 miles per gallon.

Harshil has to wear what is called a "junk bra." He made it himself and wears it around his waist to...you know, support.

Harshil uses Binaca Jr.

Harshil once told Lance Armstrong to "ride like the wind," and Armstrong took the advice to heart.

Harshil Reads jamie's blog.

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Chairs
3 Stars (Out of 5)

it's hard to do it in one, what with the back and all.

I remember reading somewhere that symbolism is for the ignorant uninitiated. When I sit down I remember reading something somewhere and it’s the time bomb in the movies with the red flashing light and the exposed wires and I’m not quite sure how to deal with it. I’ve never dealt with anything else before, so, in my mind, my freshman status is excused.
This seemed so much easier in the shower, when my right ear was hot and my feet were slick against the tile, sliding on a rink of soap and cum. My cigarette break from the world, everyone else stops and sits down and catches their breath and I cough at the steam and wish I’d brought sandals. And chart novels across my head.
I sit in the chair, remembering reading something somewhere, and I set about picking at the bricks, one at a time. Am I so much smarter than everyone else? I know I’m not. And what if I finish it? Will I finally be pretentious enough to wear the scarf and laugh knowing people are afraid of me?
...and at the same time, what outlet do I have? The internet, the grand cruisy restroom to the artists of the world? A coffee shop where I could leave fucking white paper xerox on the table and sit in the corner? Scarf over my shoulder?
Jesus Christ, I’m a bastard. And still I care.

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Irony
4 Stars (Out of 5)

no irony here! no siree.