Consider this an investment!

eBay has thrilled and pleased me more times than I care to mention. Often I'll find myself looking at something I held as a child, or something so rare that I count myself lucky to even see it. I don't even buy anything, most of the time...I simply enjoy perusing this digital marketplace, watching as shoppers haggle, each with their own method, a modern retelling of the port-based shops of old.

Today, I've found something that almost literally knocked me out of my chair. I share with you simply because this is something far too wonderful to keep to myself.

Behold, the future home to the Burning West!

This 57 acre property is just an hour and a half west of Spokane, contains 16 underground buildings (up to and including a 160-foot-tall missile silo and two 100+ foot domes), and is currently available for just $1,500,000!!!

Do I have a one and a half million? No. Do I even have the $300,000 required for a down-payment? Not even close. Is that going to stop me from some day converting this missile silo into my ultimate home and lair, a fortress against the further expanse of stupidity across this great nation??

Not a chance in hell.

Let it be known that as of this moment I am accepting donations. All parties interested in helping a fine cause please feel free to email, and all other interested parties please note that I am willing to co-own the base with as many as three parties. Again, if anyone is interested in co-owning a Titan Missile Base, or donating to the fund for the new home of the Burning West, please email me at burningwest@gmail.com.

For further information on the silo, please visit the silo's homepage here! Bids on behalf of the Burning West are greatly appreciate. Bids against the Burning West will be met with generous helpings of ultraviolence.

INFECTED

The injustice of this empire continues to infuriate and confound me. It's not just this pet war, which is the source of endless tears and countless sorrows, nor is it the lies that have broken and confused us, led us into a constant state of fear.

No, more maddening than these is the inexplicable way which We The People continue to put up with it all.

This is old news, now, and the days since the third of October have been nothing but a blur of chemical self-mutilation and ultraviolence. I speak of course of the use of the Boy King's fourth veto, which brought a merciless end to the State Children's Health Insurance Program. This program, which cost $35 billion over the course of five years, promised insurance to children whose parents could not otherwise afford it. Apparently Bush is completely oblivious to the needs of "the little people", i.e. those who didn't grow up having their asses wiped with fifty-dollar bills.

Before anyone gets on me about this, please consider: The Boy King's pet war has, to date, cost this country almost $500 billion. That's right; $500 billion to chase down shadows and occupy an unwilling country, that's okay. $35 billion for little poor children, that's too much.

And just think: this is the same cum stain that vetoed embryonic stem cell research because he didn't want to "violate the dignity of human life."

I can forgive someone for voting for Bush. Truly, I can. I can even forgive someone for voting for him twice. I'm sure you have your reasons. Where my patience ends is when all those who understand, all those who behold the workings of the Boy King and do nothing.

All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. How much evil will We The People allow before we start fighting back?

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Hey kids! Check out the current price of the president's War on Terror!

bitterness and nostalgia

Things move so quickly, painfully so, while I'm busy living. I often regret not simply being, if only to make memory this incessantly frantic time.

I look back upon myself, I remember what I was and when, and without fail I am shocked, bewildered, that the laughing voice of just one year ago could have survived even its own naivety. Remembering how I once viewed the bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and love with such amber shades, like precious stones shining, beaming on the horizon, distant and difficult to attain. Recalling how mere pleasures of the present, physical and fleeting as they were, once seemed so much more desirable than Truth in their palatable closeness.

Much has happened in the past year, all of it (I feel) necessary, for that young and raving fool would have been simple fodder for the enemies of Truth, unable to speak boldly of the ideals that have become the keystone, the very foundation his life has come to build itself upon.

I know what must be done, and in the little wisdom I have gained in the past year, I know that I am nowhere near ready. This emboldens me, gives me comfort, for if I did feel confident in my ability to bring Truth to a people consumed by ignorance and greed, I would have learned nothing at all.