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26 February 2008 @ 11:06 pm
Dear Hilary Clinton  
Oh dear, how do I say this?
Oh, right.

Shut. Up.
I have become so exasperated by you, your voice drives me to pick up my precautionary two by four.
I pride myself on watching the debates.
So for me to subject myself to watch you and your brotha Obama compliment each other while still being snakes in the grass.... that's love for my fellow American. And I hate people.
But I insisted that I must hear you.
Mistake number one.
I loathe you. I probably loathe you more than I loathe Obama. At least with Obama I can count on him making me always roll my eyes. But you. I wish this was the dimension of space and time that let me reach over there and shake you, and scream "ANSWER the damn question, you stupid woman!"

In other news.

Today while sitting in Starbucks Ben, Mrs. Alderman and I had our semi regular 'catch up on politics and current events' talk, we had the honor of being commended by someone who overheard.
I had seen him rise from his chair across the room after a while and approach us. He had probably been there an hour. We had been there an hour and a half.
I saw him approaching, leaning into the conversation. I was going to guess to refute a point one of us had made, but not so. He leaned to Mrs. Alderman and explained that he was a former military instructor (or something of that nature) and had been hearing bits and pieces of the conversation. He wanted to thank and commend Cathy for her education of us, for facilitating the talk, and to comment on how thankful he was there were still young people that cared about politics, world events and government. The comments to the effect of how he appreciated the avid discussion we were having were made. He asked her if we were 'hers', and she replied that we were former students.
I consider it an honor that he thought so much of it to say something to us. That he actually appreciated it so much he just had to communicate that. I really felt grateful he said it, or even listened at all. Why? Because I am proud to be able to show there are young people, students that do care, I am proud he was a witness.
The three of us spoke of a varied number of items.
The upcoming election, and speculation of the running mates. Hilary's health care plan. The idea of universal health care and the dangers that socialized anything brings. The process of collaboration and the trials she's been having with it. The organization Code Pink, and my opinion of a former instructor's Letter to the Editor commending it. The movement to expel the idea of intelligent design on university campuses, including blacklisting the professors who stir thought on it. A couple new movies, including Charlie Wilson's War.
This country still has free thought.

Today in history the drone went on and on about battles that would've taken Alderman fifteen minutes with much more gusto and interest. But today did not come without its humor. While being bored to death in class he mentioned Benjamin Franklin's idea of 'airbaths'. Essentially the airing out of ones body when bathing was not the most advantageous to one's health. Sitting in an open window butt naked for a while. Prompted by a mental thought, I began to draw. What it resulted in was a naked old man, scribbled bits, spectacles and everything in an open window, the curtains streaming. I giggled while Brown looked on, amused but not fully knowing what to think.

Then Petershagen proceeded to tell of Cornwallis' capture of Philadelphia. In British militia culture it was considered a victory when the Rebel's capital city was captured. Wars had always been conducted as such in Europe. The Rebels were not familiar to such an unspoken rule that once the capitol fell, then they were defeated. The Rebels, now known as the Continental Army, were unphazed. It reminded me of this lolcat picture featured over on Fark:



I drew a cat in a red British coat and made my own lolcat picture. Tomorrow I shall upload it if I remember.
To me, the conversation between the Continental Army and the Brits were:
Brits: "lol I has Philadelphia. (And a bukkit)".
Cont. Army: "iz okay. I has more."
Personally, it made me laugh.

Ahh, lolcat...