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m.yu from the Jade Gate has created a new blog. One that I didn't see because I have been far far too busy as of late. But, thanks to about twelve hours of sleep last night I think I can get back to spying on all y'alls blogs and commenting and putting up more posts here.

Anyway, m.yu's new blog, Social Seppuku is less sexysex exotic erotica and more about the bumfarking we've been getting since about the Nixon admin. Hopefully I'll get some time to read all the way back to the end of April when the blog began with this pithy post:

Welcome to my new place. In order to keep my other blog, The Jade Gate, more consistent and on message (more bond age, rope, naked people and sex, which seems to disturb some politico types,) I have started Social Seppuku in order to give myself freer rein to vent and, as they say now, rant, bitch, yell and otherwise express my discontent for the current state of things. This harder edge of sarcasm and contempt seems to be more acceptable to some than mixing it with erotic power themes. Who'd have thunk it?.....

In other words, I do not want to contaminate the nice wholesome subjects of sexual fetishism, Erotic power play, Dominance and submission, sadism, masochism, alternative sexual lifestyles and practices, sexual orientations of all types and many other nice things with other postings of inane and pernicious things we do and allow to be done to us (non-consensually of course) by the institutional corporate fascists powers that be. Because after all, the society we live in is really some kind of strange ritualized social suicide of the most graphic kind but accepted and acquiesced to by we little baa baa sheep. This suicide allows us to keep living as we do.

So be sure to tell your friends and enemies to stop by here at Social Seppuku,
"Where the World Comes to Slit its Belly

So there you are m.yu. I'm telling everyone, get on over! One man's entrails is another man's tripe. (Wait, I think that came out all wrong...)

The President in the Swimming Pool

America's best senator happens to live not in my neighborhood, but about one neighborhood over, maybe a mile or so away. 'Jesus, Jess' you say. 'We had no idea you were a swell, living the high life in an exurban mansion accessible only through a large, protective, moat-like, gated barrier.'

Friends! I am not such a person, because the senator is not Trent Lott or John D. Rockefeller. The senator is Russ Feingold, and he really is a smack-dab-in-the-middle of middle America guy. My neighborhood is made up of older ranch style houses with unfinished basements and one car garages. (The Senator has a 2 car garage).

It is possible to run into Senator Feingold all over town. About a year ago, I saw him swimming laps in the lap pool at our health club. "Health Club!" you snort, "sounds prestigious!" "Not at all," I answer. "Just like the Y, and locally owned!"

I told my daughter that the next president of the United States was in the pool. Sadly, only a short time after we saw him he made the announcement that he would not be running for president. Still, whenever we walk past the lap pool my daughter asks "is that the president's swimming pool?"

What are you doing tonight?

In case you will be watching the little tv in the kitchen whilst canning 56 lbs of pickles tonight - what a coincidence that's what I'm doing, too - you might want to tune in Bill Moyers on PBS. Check your local listings. (My local listings say 8:30 central time).

Bill will have an hour long discussion on the possibility of impeachment for this maladministration. One of his guests will be my local hero, John Nichols. The other will be some constitutional asshole from the Reagan administration. (Maybe he's not an asshole, but his cred says otherwise so I'm going with it.)

UPDATE: Wow, did I call that guy an asshole? Oh, no I didn't. Oh, yeah, I guess I did. But really, when an AEI/Reagan Admin/Guy who drew up impeachment papers against Bill Clinton makes such a fabulous argument for precedent in this case, well. I guess I have to take it back. There could be hope yet for all of America if this guy's on board. He did look and sound just like Gilbert Gottfried tho. Just sayin'.

John Nichols is the editor of my evening paper, the Capital Times, as well as the national correspondent for the Nation Magazine. We go way back. And if by way back you mean he autographed my book 'Dick' at his local kickoff booksigning gig and said he liked my sweatshirt on which I copied My Left Wing's saying 'rage rage against the lying of the right'; and that time we rubbed elbows at Russ Feingold's victory party. Oh, and when I saw him hanging in the crowd just before that unfuckingbelievably cold peace march on State Street in January. Yeah, way back.

Maybe they'll fill the scrip written by Dr. Zaius. Let's hope.

UPDATE PART DEUX: From the wish I cud rite good two file - Please see Matty Boy's take on the show. Well said! And here is the link to Moyer's show.