Yes, they did vote 5-4 that Obamacare was not unconstitutional and that while they cannot force you to purchase insurance, they can tax you (read fine you) for not purchasing it.
Now, before you get your tea party panties in a bunch and start throwing money at Romney’s campaign like it’s a cotton candy scented stripper and making plans to have a Branch Davidian like compound, remember a couple things:
1: Every time you put on a seat belt or purchase a car with seat belts in it, the gov made you do that. Oh wait, no they didn’t. But if you don’t wear it, you most certainly can get a ticket.
2: When you get that said ticket, I hope to sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus you have car insurance, cause the gov made you get that. Oh wait, no they didn’t. But if you don’t have it, you can go to jail. And have your money taken.
I could go on, but suffice it to say, THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.
THIS IS A GOOD THING.
YOU WILL NOT DIE.
YOU WILL MAKE IT.
The Constitution will be ok.
Cause sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus forbid we do anything nowadays that is different from what we did in the Year of our Lord, 1787.
Now go away, I must go to church, clean, cook, make babies and pray my husband doesn’t beat me.
The free rail zone, once known as Fareless Square is gone.
In a city that prides itself on being green, innovative and equity driven, it seems odd that besides a few organizations and voices in the wilderness, losing the free-rail zone didn’t seem to matter much.
It sure wasn’t all that important to Tri-Met. Didn’t hear much from the city, or other government institutions on the issue. The business community didn’t seem to mind, and why would they. Most out-of-town visitors, especially those attending conventions, will have their ride subsidized with revenue from a visitors tax.
When Fareless Square began in 1975, and throughout the years, it was held up as a beacon in the movement of progressive economic development, helping curb air pollution and encouraging people not to drive.
“I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog’s money, my dog’s time—everything. If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume your own insecurity, I will project upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family….I will give you all of this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.” ~ liz gilbert
Here is a video of the first single (of course it is.) *note the snails, people who know me*
Here are the lyrics of “Every single night”:
Every single night I endure the flight Of little whims of white flame Butterflies in my brain These ideas of mine percolate the mind Trickle down the spine Form the belly swelling to a blaze
That’s where the pain comes in Like a second skeleton Trying to fit beneath the skin I can’t get the feelings in
Every single nights a light With my brain
And I say to her Why’d I say it to her What does she think of me That I’m not what I ought to be That I’m what I try not to be Has got to be somebody else’s fault I can’t get caught
If what I am is what I am Cuz I does what I does Then brother get back cuz my breast gonna bust open The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk And I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single nights a fight With my brain
I just wanna feel everything x3
So I’m gonna try to be still now Gonna renounce the mill a little while And if we had a double king size bed We could move in it and I’d soon forget
If what I am is what I am Cuz I does what I does And maybe I’d relax let my breast just bust open My hearts made of parts of all that’s around me And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me
Every single nights alright Every single nights a fight Every single fights alright With my brain
I just wanna feel everything…
I could have effing wrote them. Move over Florence Welch. Fiona’s back. With red hair.
Cameron Whitten, Portland Occupier and former mayoral candidate, marked the tenth day of his hunger strike outside city hall today with a small cadre of supporters, including two new strikers.
Wearing a “Suicidal Tendencies” baseball cap and inexplicably wielding a sign of a green, smiling sunflower, Whitten talked with passersby in front of his sidewalk station, hoping that his public hunger strike will inspire others to become more involved. The 2 p.m. rally drew about 25 people in support for Whitten’s demonstration in solidarity with the homeless community.
“Seeing that I’m putting everything in my life aside—refusing to eat food, camping outside City Hall — (I am) hoping people realize that if they just gave five minutes of their time to call up a representatives, volunteer in their community and talk about the issues that are important to you, they can bring about change,” says Whitten.
Just incase you arent a fantasy movie junkie and dont want to spend 8-15 bucks to see this in the theater, I am going to give you a quick rundown of this movie via its regurgitated scenage.
So we all know the story of snow white:
Moms perfect, dies, dad is sad, dotes on daughter, gives her a new perfect mother who turns out to be crazy sorceress bitch.
Im sure there are a couple scenes I forgot, but suffice to say add some crows and some mirror crap and thats essentially the whole thing.
It was good but very very derivative. Some scenes were ridiculously so.
But hey, at least she didn’t end up with a King. That should make the feminists happy.
Sometimes, when I am in the midst of my “what might have beens” I like to think back to what could have been pivotal ages, pivotal choices that in alternate universes may have been diverging points….You know, if I didn’t think that every choice, interaction and the related changes EVERYTHING 🙂 No pressure, choosing white or wheat at Subway of course….Would I go back? Would I make different choices? Would I whisper in my younger selves ear?
Anywhoo….while in a near boiling bath ignoring my very real reality I decided, 14. That is the age of which everything changed for me…gears were already in motion, but I recognized them and deliberately chose another way…All the Tims, TJs, Lisas and Dans, Beckys and Brians…or was it Bryan? hmmmm
It reminded me of a poem I wrote then, in Lisa’s basement, when I lived with them….
-0.5
Too big, too fast
with no way to go back
a yellow childhood
turned to a life of black
No mommy to hold me
a father not there
a child all alone
God it’s not fair
Pray to the heavens
confess all your sins
Don’t you remember?
The nice guy never wins.
A mouth open wide
but you don’t hear me sing
you listen to the melody
but don’t know what I mean
Find a happy medium
somewhere among the gray
If you said you ever loved me
understand my words today.
And then I realized, NO. I would never go back then 🙂
14-year-old Jani was surprisingly more effed up than 32-year-old Jani.
Feel so overwhelmed with everything that you are so frozen you can’t do anything?
Think through every possible outcome of any possible scenario to try and weigh your options until you are so panicked at the thought you can’t make a decision anyway?
Metaphorically shoot yourself in the foot?
Take on more than you can handle?
Decide to create boundaries after they are crossed?
Lay in the fetal position in the bottom right hand corner of your bed sobbing uncontrollably about nothing in particular?
Fantasize about running away and being a criminal?
Lock yourself in a place and toss the key out the window?
Wait until the last minute to do everything?
Start 984,753,024,875,034,785,034 different things and never finish any of them?
If you do 9/10 of these like I do, we may in fact be soul mates. It’s nice to meet you, other me.
Once upon a time, there was a family of birds. Now this family of birds, they were unlike a lot of birds. They couldn’t fly. Because they couldn’t fly, they dealt with a lot of scary things because they nested on the ground, could only move as far as they could walk, were unable to migrate during the winter, etc. The mom bird decided she didn’t like not being able to fly, so she went and started secretly watching the other birds that could fly.
Once she understood the basics, she introduced herself and started becoming friends with the other birds who taught her more about the final details of how to fly. Then one day, she took off and flew. Being able to see the world from the sky gave her a view of the world so much larger than her little micro world. She could not believe how much of the world she had missed, simply being on the ground. The view up there was amazing.
Excited by her accomplishment, she went to her family and tried to teach them how to fly, encouraging them with the fine details and lessons she had learned herself while learning to fly. This made some in her family angry and scared. “What business did she have flying,” they asked “What was wrong with her family not being able to fly?”
The family told her that she needed to NEVER fly when she was at home. She could fly at school. She could fly at work. But she was never to fly at home, tell the kids about flying or press her “new world view” on the rest of the family.
This saddened the mama bird.
She did not know how to do this, flying was no longer a hobby, something she wanted to accomplish; it had become a part of her, a part of her core belief system. Asking her to not do it at home was like asking her to pretend to be someone else.
From one Pisces fish to you.... 