[on Colin Powell] "There's an old saying ... In the days of slavery, there were those slaves who lived on the plantation and [there] were those slaves that lived in the house. You got the privilege of living in the house if you served the master ... exactly the way the master intended to have you serve him."That's amusingly close to saying Colin Powell sucks Bush's dick. But he clearly thinks John Ashcroft is insane, so I have to say I'm on Harry's side.
I should be happy, out on the dancefloor,
I should be having fun with the throng,
I love this feeling, I love this music,
but tonight something just feels wrong.
Dancing usually seems a graceful thing,
A natural way to be myself,
I make love to the music, I don't need you to like it
I'll do what I want and to hell with the rest
But I suddenly find my perspective has shifted,
I'm up in the air and I'm watching the dance,
It all becomes an absurd mating ritual,
Everybody fighting for a good mating chance
Frantic gyrations, desperate for attention,
Desperate for love, bright feathers on display,
Looking around for a little attention,
Hoping for a mate to take care of me.
I close my eyes but I hope that you're looking,
I close my heart but please beat down the door
I'm not doing the two-step so I don't need a partner
But please don't leave me all alone on the floor
Stop being dumb, learn to ignore me,
Ignore what I'm saying and court me like crazy
I need the attention, though I'll cast it aside,
I'll make this hard though I don't know why.
Don't give up like all the others,
Don't move on and leave me here,
I need you desperately inside me,
I'm hiding it behind my fear.
Stop listening to what I'm saying,
Take pity on my foolish needs
Look at my bright feathers flashing,
Come over and take care of me.
I close my eyes but I hope that you're looking,
I close my heart but will you beat down the door
already?
I don't need a partner out on the dancefloor
I can dance by myself but I can't be alone
Stop being dumb, learn to ignore me, ignore what I'm saying and court me like crazy. I need the attention though I'll cast it aside, I'm going to make this hard for you though I don't know why. Don't give up like all the others, don't move on and leave me here, I need you desperately inside me, I'm hiding it behind my fear. Stop listening to what I'm saying, take pity on my foolish needs, look at my bright feathers flashing, come here and take care of me.
When did it go wrong?
When did we lose touch?
When did you become a man
I saw but couldn't touch?
When did you stop listening,
Was it before I stopped talking?
Why did we still drift apart
When we both saw it happening?
Did we want it to stop?
Was it out of control?
Some predetermined plot,
Part of some greater whole?
You thought you knew me,
But you only knew yourself.
Knew what you thought of me,
Listened to no one else.
So when I said what I said,
Things you didn't want to hear,
The things you weren't expecting,
You gave in to your fear.
You unleashed words that stung
That cut me to the bone,
That tore my confidence away
And left me all alone.
I feared the wounds were mortal,
But I only bled inside
We told each other "it's okay"
And both knew we had lied.
I don't know how I hurt you,
You only hurt yourself,
But I know how you hurt me
And can think of nothing else.
My wounds still bleed, they will not heal,
not with time or change of heart.
No amount of soothing speech
Will smooth away my scars.
I love you for the man you were,
And hate what you've become.
My best friend has turned enemy,
The man who killed his son.
I do not want to hate you,
I'm desperate to forgive,
But my pain will not let me,
You're guilty while you live.
Every time I see your face
I hear the echoes of your voice,
You're hoping for forgiveness
But you've left me with no choice
Information on the type of gas used has been withheld from doctors treating the hostages, hindering their ability to treat the patients with an antidote, they say.Well done! Because hitting them with deadly chemical weapons isn't nearly enough. No, you have to let the civilians suffer preventable deaths. That's the way to get the public on your side. Putin, what are you thinking?
From the horse's mouth. But I think he's just in denial. He is Christian, after all :-) But I doubt he's a Christian of the homo-hating variety, since I found this quote in his own weblog:Hi Seldo, Thanks for the email, but I'm not gay. Jeremiah Cohick http://www.JeremiahLee.com
If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work. 'Hi, can't work today, still queer.' — Ophelia Speaks by Sara Shandler.Of course, it's kind of weird blogging about somebody who might conceivably still be reading this. Ah, the reflexive nature of the web.