Author Archives: didofoot
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KIMMIE
Kim, I love you and I am constantly impressed by your bravery and your uncompromising need to make the world a better place. I’m pretty inarticulate when it comes to saying how I feel about people, so I will just quote from a journal entry I wrote when we lived together in San Diego: “I’m … Continue reading
Guest Blog
I recently got cc’d on an email from Sean in response to this article wherein he explains why comparing Bush to Hitler is absurd, and I’d like to share it with you folks. (Sean, if you want to use this yourself or something, let me know and I’ll take it down.) I really enjoyed hearing … Continue reading
When I look down I just miss all the good stuff, when I look up I just trip over things
Sara rescues sea turtle eggs for a living. She doesn’t feed the hungry or give aid to adolescent prostitutes in Thailand. She just watches turtles lay eggs in places where the eggs will be harmed, then she digs the eggs up and moves them somewhere safer. Dig. Gather. Dig. Deposit. It’s no less good for … Continue reading
This one is mostly not about war
Someone found my page by searching for “How to stop thinking about sex.” heh heh heh. CAN’T BE DONE! (that’s the joke, you see.) Don’t make war on Iraq the end.
Didofoot Reads The News, Part 2
See Part 1 “The United States acknowledged it might have killed some civilians with air strikes after 14 people were reported dead in missile attacks on a Baghdad housing block. “A statement issued by the US Central Command stopped short of confirming the deaths reported by Iraqi officials but blamed Baghdad for placing military weapons … Continue reading
Playing with matches
“A surgical assistant at the Saddam hospital in Nassiriya, interviewed at a marine check point outside the city, said that on Sunday, half an hour after two dead marines were brought into the hospital, US aircraft dropped what he described as three or four cluster bombs on civilian areas, killing 10 and wounding 200.” – … Continue reading
WHOOO! It’s just for dekarashun.
As soon as I posted that last part, I started hearing yelling outside. It was not the normal yelling that I hear every night, of the “WHOOO!” variety intended to indicate a good time.* No, this was the more protesty kind of yell. I threw on a sweatshirt over my lounging pajamas** and hotfooted it … Continue reading
Preaching to the choir for catharsis
When I talk to people who are not the We and hear how little how little how little they notice or care about this war, I am moved to finally employ my powers as the god of fish and cause all the finned and flippered creatures to come flopping out of the seas the rivers … Continue reading
Irrelevant stuff, but why do you come here otherwise?
Watching a news reporter when the camera isn’t on them is an extremely edifying exercise, especially if you can catch the transition between off-camera and on-. It makes you realize that these people are not your friends and they are not stalwart warriors in search of truth. They’re just actors. And last night I saw … Continue reading
Jesus was never lost
I found Jesus at the peace march today. He was dressed in a long white robe and beard and carried a sign that said “Who Would Jesus Bomb?” “The moneylenders!” I said, but this did not appear to be the answer he was looking for. I admired his Nikes. If you, like me, were wondering … Continue reading