Right-Out Arrives

Welcome, everyone, to my first entry at Right-Out. As a traditional writer who grew up writing on a typewriter, blogging took a little getting used to. I practiced at the Daily Kos before going solo here, and I owe the readers there my apologies for all the mistakes I made. I learned the importance of holding a post until after serious editing and consideration. I learned just how many Republicans read liberal blogs, and just how much they hate my work. I learned that a great number of liberals find the ideas of other liberals incredibly offensive, no matter how similar. Finally, I learned that I would be happier if I could write entry after entry, all day long, instead of just the one you are allowed there. So here I am, and thank you for reading.

I am writing this entry simply as an introduction. I expect few people to read it until my posts accumulate in the search engines, but I'd like it to be here once people start showing up. There's already enough information about me in my profile, so I won't rehash that. I would like to explain my derivation of the title Right-Out. The term, which I dreamed up (but which may already be in use somewhere for all I know), refers to several things, foremost of which would be the Irish nationalist phrase "Brits Out." The fact that I referenced it does not mean I support the IRA. I simply saw an opportunity to use it for myself in a different light, an anti-neocon catchphrase. Secondly, the term also refers to a saying in my part of the world, "I am right out on that." If you don't understand that, it means, "I don't like that idea." Thirdly, much like a blackout deprives people of the ability to see in the dark, a Right-Out deprives people of economic equality, civil liberties, humanitarian aid and justice. Fourthly, I will be outing any wingnuts disguised as normal human beings. Moving on...

Most of my entries will contain references to music being played in the background while I write. It's just something I do. Shamefully, I am currently writing this in silence. I plan to put on Ani Difranco in a few minutes though. Let me count the ways I love her music: Nope, I can't ennumerate that. I just love it.

Fernando Botero painted an exhibition entitled "Abu Ghraib" which has been touring the Western world for three years. This illustrates that regardless of the Bush regime's immunity to prosecution, or accountability of any kind, here in the United States, the rest of the world has not suspended judgment of the proto-fascist war criminals. I say thank the Lord for the 5.5 billion people who don't live in the United States, because from their hearts and minds will flow the true karmic justice the neocons will have to face one day. The men who committed so many atrocities rest comfortably in the idea that Jesus forgives all. I'm not sure which Sunday School they went to, because all is not always forgiven.

The tubes today are aflame with the news that their creator, Ted Stevens, really is a worthless, ignorant, corrupt politician after all. A Democratic Senator may emerge from Alaska as a result. Oh power of the crossed fingers, please don't fail us now. In a related story, Ted Stevens' mind contacted CNN in an effort to be reunited with his body. The call was dismissed as a prank, leaving Stevens walking around brainless as always. Meanwhile, Republican Senators are throwing Ted's money out the window like it was a rotten egg accidentally broken during Thanksgiving Dinner.

Politicization: The more I hear about it the more it sounds like a wicked sexually transmitted form of polio that our executive agencies contracted after being reamed by George "Chimpy" Boosh. I just thank my lucky stars I was considered the enemy from day one. It would have been a huge let down to be a moderate Republican with great skill at my profession, only to be fired or turned down for a job because of some mind-controlled neocon Barbie. Hopefully, Monica Goodling will be working at McDonald's before it's over with. I hope she was to work for a vociferous lesbian Latina who makes her clean toilets twice every shift. I forgot to mention monkey-on-a-string Stephen Johnson, who sold our environment down the river for Dur Busherr.

In closing I'd like to say, "Barack Obama!" Why? Because I still have hope that our nation can be saved, and because the other guy is John "I'm So Confused" McCain.

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