Ron Paul is Not Right: His head is emptying all over the internet.

In a New York Times article, (yes, THE NYTIMES, that paragon of ______), Ron Paul is an exciting longshot candidate.

If anything, an article titled, "The Antiwar, Anti-Abortion, Anti-Drug-Enforcement-Administration, Anti-Medicare Candidacy" will tell you two things: 1.) Grammatically, the hyphen is difficult to consitently implement and 2.) No Fucking Way Ron Paul.

Ron Paul is a flash-in-the-pan man who's political ideas are so self-centered they aren't meant for government use. The planet is becoming more dense so we have to come up with government solutions that can capture the needs of the largest population, not simply cater to the people with the luxury of insular existences in the stix.

One thing Ron Paul doesn't want to pay for is other people's education. In his perfect world college and university wouldn't be subsidized by taxpayer dollars. The idea is that if one isn't attending college why should one pay for another's attendance?

It's a rhetorical question in treatment, to be sure, but there is a real and simple answer. The answer is this, We are a nation and our survivalibility is dependant on the success of all Americans.

So, if you want to drop out of high school and manage your father's furniture store then you can argue all you want about not wanting to pay for university - an altogether unecessary endeavor, eg, 'Look at me and my furniture store!' - when your husband gets Cancer and the people who would cure it couldn't afford college. Afterall, without government subsidies college will over triple in cost and as the funding dwindles Professors will be paid less and departments will be forced to close.

This is one example of Ron Paul's myopic viewpoint's damaging effects on our society. This is just one example of how he just says shit. He doesn't think it through.

He's exciting and the .net/iphone/XBOX world is falling for it in a way that surpasses logic and engenders the false dichotomies of binary thinking.

Cagey Cane

*The Photo you see is from fassettphoto.com

I was driving down the road at a whipping 35mph today and I guess the whipping part was the wind coming in through my small, triangular windowless frame on the passenger side of my Jeep Cherokee. Previously, there was a window before some methhead (or some otherwise addled person of desperate status)
broke the window with a screwdriver and jacked my car stereo.

I have to give this hooligan his (is it sexist to imagine it was a man?) due because it could have been much worse. Nothing else was stolen and he did break the smallest window, didn't damage the car too much, etc.

Like I said earlier, I was driving down the road at a whipping speed when I saw a man walking down the street swinging a cane with a four-pronged base while walking happily. Judging by my keen eye of homelessness and generally impequniousness I was able to ascertain that this man with a jovial and proverbial spring in his step was, above being physically mobile, homeless.

Let me tell you that there are many fakers and goldbrickers in the homeless community and this was merely one who I saw one day in an odd set of circumstances which revealed his hoax. Certainly, in all walks of life there exist personages who will try to flim-flam others and swindle, et al, but as an astute reader, I imagine, you have already come across this valuable information.

More valuable to you is this additional tidbit: homeless people with canes are not all injured and infirm. Their weak gaits are a decoy and their canes are weapons to be brandished at the first scent of fight or flight confrontations.

Do not mistake a man with a cane as being weak. Think of him instead as cagey.

Early from the Nest

I found a poem between the legs of an assaulted woman.
It was a throbbing abused verse like a mute, dying chic.

As the clouds passed over the sun it became inaudible and invisible;
The bird died in the dark simply because it fell from a tree onto the street.

In January a hen was sitting on an egg and biting at intruders
to guard the nest and incubate the egg with its ass on folded legs.

The first cracks of the shell appeared and a baby breathed air - in a gasp.

Before it learned to fly it was flailing in the air and without knowing it hit the ground
and poetry drained from the skull of the bird and from between its legs it bled onto the street.