Judy Horacek, cartoonist
I'm hopeful not everybody in the world has seen this except me.

book published by ReganBooks and do an interview with Fox, the network associated with neo-conservatism and family values.
So O.J. Simpson is going to do an interview on how -- if he had killed ex-wife Nicole, which he still says he didn't... wait -- I can't believe this is actually happening! He is going to say what he would have done, if he had killed her? But he didn't? And we're letting him walk around free?What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They’re a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives.
John Le Carré, novelist
The new James Bond, Daniel Craig reminds me of Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum), from
The Man From U.N.C.L.E. I will happily give Craig a chance because I was never a fan of Pierce Brosnan or Roger Moore.
After Sean Connery, Timothy Dalton was by far the best and made the best two Bond movies. In another few days, I believe it’s Nov. 17 the new Bond premieres.
In the meantime, check out who Panthergirl over at The Dog's Breakfast thinks Craig resembles.
Here is some Bond trivia for you from Wikipedia”
knock the snot out him for violating privacy laws to send people invites to join their old people club.
opened its doors at noon July 2, 1958, according to the Los Angeles Times. It was the largest resort in the world, at the time, boasting 1,065 rooms. A portion of the casino’s history is written about by Nicholas Pileggi in the book Casino and dramatized in the movie “Casino” staring Robert De Niro.
been chasing me like the posse that was after Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I never applied for membership.
I am sure no one’s day has been ruined, but there is a legitimate reason for my lack of posting lately. Two reasons actually, one is that work has been very busy as I wind up projects to go on vacation. And, two, I am moving. Wife and I purchased a new home where I will be spending my vacation unpacking and organizing -- happily so.
saying. It is the perfect end of day – I need to relax type of music or a restful winter’s weekend.
Gasoline, for Now.” Soon prices will be reacting to concerns about Iran’s nuclear enrichment program and continued delays in starting production at oil giant BP’s Thunder Horse platform in the Gulf of Mexico. Now the facility won’t be open until mid-2008.
October is my favorite month even though it’s going to make me another year older and that much closer to death. And, speaking of death, what a coincidence, I enjoy reading the obituary pages in the New York Times and the Los Angeles Times. When I read about someone’s life and what major event he or she participated in or what they invented or endured, I am amazed. I also wonder about all the knowledge and wisdom we lose everyday.
leadership position on the HP board for spying on her peers on the board regarding a media leak, is going to be appointed to a Homeland Security position.
and especially after using the restroom, but a report in "Science Magazine" points out that:

bringing a bit of the morning show to the evening news, which may not be a bad idea considering the evening news needs some new ideas along with new blood.
three-day weekend one announcing the arrival of long warm days as well as commemorating the fallen soldiers, and the other heralding the labors of the proletariat. Neither weekend is sufficient to honor either group.James McMurtry has written one of the most powerful and exacting songs regarding the current situation of the United States:
"We Can't Make it Here"
Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore
That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore
See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore
High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the dirty little war
And we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore
And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore
Music and lyrics © 2004 by James McMurtry
feedback is positive to an artist because it means that people are reacting to the work. The public relations for “Death of a President” are in high gear. I’m not sure anyone has seen the movie other than the still photography used to create publicity about the film, yet it’s being widely discussed before its premiere at the Toronto Film Festival next week.
States is up against “a faceless enemy of terrorists who drive taxicabs in the daytime and kill at night.”


Set 1
Flags of Freedom
Wooden Ships
Long Time Gone
Military Madness
Wounded World
After The Garden
Living With War
The Restless Consumer
Shock and Awe
They Want It All
Feed The People
Immigration Man
Families
Set 2
Helplessly Hoping
Our House
Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Milky Way Tonight
Guinnevere
Carry Me
Treetop Flyer
Roger And Out
Southbound Train
Old Man Trouble
Teach Your Children
Southern Cross
Find the Cost of Freedom
Let's Impeach the President (which was basically a sing along with the lyrics on the large screens; see lyrics below)
Ohio
For What it's Worth
Rocking in the Free World
Let's Impeach the President for Lying
Let's impeach the president for lying
And leading our country into war
Abusing all the power that we gave him
And shipping all our money out the door
He's the man who hired all the criminals
The White House shadows who hide behind closed doors
And bend the facts to fit with their new stories
Of why we have to send our men to war
Let¹s impeach the president for spying
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking every law in the country
By tapping our computers and telephones
What if Al Qaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way
Sheltered by our government¹s protection
Or was someone just not home that day?
Let's impeach the president
For hijacking our religion and using it to get elected
Dividing our country into colors
And still leaving black people neglected
Thank god he¹s racking down on steroids
Since he sold his old baseball team
There's lot of people looking at big trouble
But of course the president is clean
Thank God

loved and appreciated you are by me, and many others including my siblings, but this is my letter and my blog, so I will use it for my letter to you.


conditioning system is working, but I have had no need to use it, which is always the case, right. Management also fixed the fireplace, which I also don’t need at this point. I firmly believe that carrying on and not accepting that status quo results in action. Note my new air conditioning unit compared to the people below me. I also suspect that my electric bill will be less because the units are more efficient these days.
Maybe now you’ll understand my less than warm feelings for this place and how it is managed.
Thoroughly disgusted,
The Misanthrope
dozed in the shade, I took forty winks on a raft and sawed Zs on the chaise lounge. I can tell you without a doubt that I would never get bored living that life everyday.