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I was fascinated by the most recent revelation of circumcised media concerning Obama's Chicago church: Seems a white Catholic priest named Michael Pfleger was recently invited to speak to the congregation. It is all over the news and you have no doubt seen it many times. Various circumcised and uncircumcised pundits, taking that appearance in political terms, have suggested that it is detremental to Obama, although it is on the surface aimed at Hillary. (gassed there, about 8 coughs, RLG). The idea, I suppose, is to embarrass Obama, reminding us of the Reverend Wright videos.

I will admit that it has been about 54 fucking years since I last heard a Catholic priest give a sermon. I will admit that. But it is also very clear that this pathetic white priest was aping Reverend Wright. It is furthermore very clear that the style and rhetoric was calculated to evoke a response by 'black racists' in the audience, and that response was duly recorded in the video. The implication is that an Obama Administration would open the floodgates to black racist influence in our current Jew-dominated government. Whether or not that would be an improvement I will leave for the reader to decide.

In any case, I want to take this opportunity to express my support for Obama. I love Hillary too, of course, but I am impressed by Obama's obvious integrity.

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There are many more links on the subject at hand, of course, and I urge you to investigate. We need to eliminate America's Shame. We need to silence the infernal international laughter. We need to rehabilitate America. Go get 'em boys!

Politicwise, What Happened?! Scott McClellan's book describes the Bush administration in the most unsavory terms, and people (circumcised media) are wondering why it took him so long. He replies that self-knowlege takes time. I agree. In fact, my experience with 'self-knowlege' is that it is pretty much hopelessly out of reach to the average person. The average person will die like a dog without ever knowing who or what sHe was. So sad.

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CPE is more of a Newtonian concept.
But let's get right to the point: Circumcision is Bullshit! This amazing series comes in three parts, and tells you everything you need to know about that odius subject if you are a parent considering whether it is a good idea for your child. I loved it! True, it is quite profane, containing various f-bombs, s-bombs, and other bombs. That much is true. But it also contains the most essential information for parents who wonder whether it is a good idea to circumcise their brand new baby boy. This is must-viewing for parents of newborns! It is also very funny! Highly recommended.
The above-mentioned link is loaded with emotion, of course. So, for my more logical and scientific readers I offer this link which is totally devoid of emotion (I think). Be advised that there are many candid photographs of uncircumcised male genitalia which might be offensive to circumcised males and their mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins, and especially to Jews. My apologies to all.
I must confess that even I, prepuce-savy-former-Catholic-half-Irishman, was impressed. My appreciation for my foreskin soared. Who knew!?

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Speaking of brains, mine seems to be operating in minimal mode today, even though I (theoretically) got enough sleep last night in spite of the usual gas and radiation. Oh well...

I spent some time this week researching the circumcision link from last week. I often post links without first having done much reading or research (because I know the subjects so well) and this was one of them. I was therefore much edified by that research, and will pass it on to you, because of the importance of the subject. Infant sexual mutilation is still very chic in America. We need to change that. But first, we need to define the origin of the problem.
As you can see from the preceeding link, the problem began with ancient religions, thousands of years ago. Most modern societies have shucked off that ancient (and stupid) practice of infant male sexual mutilation (circumcision). But not America. America continues to do it many thousands of times per day. Why?
1. We have a 'for profit, Jew-dominated' medical system.
2. We have a 'for profit, Jew-dominated' legal system.
3. We have a 'for profit, Jew-dominated' government.
4. We have a 'for profit, Jew-dominated' media.
5. But the single most powerful reason why America continues to sexually maim its infant boys is what I call 'Circumcisional Penis Envy.' CPE is the driving force, nowadays, behind America's Shame. CPE is somewhat akin to 'inertia,' and is not exactly a Freudian concept.

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br: Thank you very much. I needed a break. You deduced that. I am impressed.
me: Thank you too, but am I not your creation?
br: The pope is also Catholic. So what?
me: Then why are you thanking me for an idea you originated?
br: Run that by me again...?
me: Isn't it true that you create me, moment to moment?
br: True.
me: Does it not follow therefore that it was actually you who deduced that you needed a break? Not me?
br: I see where you are going with this. You are a very technical person.
me: I know you and you know me.
br: That seems to follow... but I know you before you know me. Don't I?
me: Not at all. You generate me. Therefore I know you first. Without me you know nothing. You are just a process.
br: You really know how to hurt a guy...
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It amazes me that although I am (or was - eheh) in excellent shape sleepwise, I have been unable to come up with with more than the previous two posts. Should I turn the fans on again? Naw. I attribute my relative lack of output tonight to my recent readings of my drog, the memories of which are still scooting around the surface of my cortex creating havoc, brainwise. These memories are keeping my otherwise productive cortex busy on the integration problem. Memory is much involved, as you might expect, and the lower part of my reptillian brain is suffering from the modern equivalent of narrow bandwidth. Thus my entire brain, from top to bottom, is sooo busy that my usually creative cortex is operating in slow motion as an entirely surface phenomenon. Oh well.
We can't control our brains. I have therefore abandoned 3.2 beer for the moment and swigged down a double shot of Canadian Mist diluted in Diet Pepsi. Will this stimulate the 'whole brain' into following the blogger path? We shall see...
Yes. It seems to me now, after a somewhat amazing dialog with my brain, that the booze worked.
I shall now attempt to replicate that dialog for your edification:
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me: Suck on THAT!

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I'm back early again, with a different excuse this time: Feeling good! I had hit the sack (last night) at 2210 (according to my gas log) after a long day. I was gassed heavily from 0200 until 0500 (approximately). I got out of bed at 1000. Nine hours of sleep?! I love it! As the day progressed, I began to consider whether It was a good idea not wait for tomorrow to do my blog. So here I am, early again, totally unprepared. This might be a good time to describe my DROG in the most general terms:

It began, initially, as a diary on my Apple II+. I would encrypt the diary after writing it. But I had got indications during the late '80s, early '90s, that it was being read. How was that possible? I conjectured that my 'neighbors' were using (then) recent electronic discoveries to replicate information on my crt. I eventually conjectured that the stalker Gerash was at the bottom of that, and that the information had somehow leaked out beyond his control. (My 'DROG' therefore became - in effect - one of the first blogs.)

This DROG begins in December '96, and lasts until about June '04 when I began my current series of blogs, and contains quite a lot of valuable (as it turns out) personal history.
Rereading those ancient entries in recent days was something of a revelation. My overall impression is that my style has deteriorated somewhat over the years. On the other hand, the subject matter has changed somewhat, and so has my awareness of my possible readers. This might explain some or all of the changes in 'style.' I've been thinking about including various small excerpts from that drog into this blog. We'll see...

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Kootch seems to have mostly recovered from jet lag and altitude lag (Denver is 5000+ feet). She goes through this stage every year and we both know what to expect and how to handle it.

Old Computer is still chugging along, but I sense that it might be in frail condition given the age of its operating system, and so I am transfering my DROG files to New Computer via floppy disk. I am also printing an archival copy as a backup. DROG was written using Creative Writer. That children's word processor happened to come with other software included in the purchase of my first modern computer back in '96. I had previously written my 'diary' on my old Apple II+ computer using Word Salad (my cryptographic text editor). Those files remain in the closet on REALLY floppy disks, but I later transferred the files from that first modern computer to Old Computer and, now, to New Computer (which is really fairly old nowadays but still humming along using Windows XP). I'm reading some of it as I print it. Fascinating stuff.

Today I noticed a horrible error as I was reading along: I had transposed the names of Phil Donahue and Okra Winfrey in a piece I was doing at the time, on circumcision. It was my practice in those days to watch both shows religiously, and I apparently got the two shows mixed up on that particular subject as I was writing along (probably half drunk) one night. Ugly. Very Ugly. My apologies to both. I console myself with the conjecture that what few readers I had back in those days recognized the mistake immediately and were not much affected by it. I am very aware, based on my previous readings of my previous writings, that it is important to be fairly politically correct in order not to turn off readers immediately, but also to be fairly politically incorrect in order to stimulate logical inquiry on the reader's part.

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It is almost 0100L, and time to wrap this up. I would like to remember a few of the glorious women who recently touched me emotionally: Parvity, and Amanda. I absolutely LOVED Amanda. She was not only gloriously beautiful, physically, but gloriously beautiful mentally as well. I would have fucked Amanda at the drop of a hat - but only after getting her permission.

Considering what I know about her from all these weeks of watching 'Survivor,' and summing my previous experience, I count her the most gloriously beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Nighty night.

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Lucifer's enigmatic reply hooked me into thinking about my mind. After a while it dawned on me that my mind was thinking about itself... thinking about itself... etc. And yet there was no... loop. My mind was not the result of a previous mind state even though I was thinking about... my mind! This must have mystified ancient Zen practitioners, who came up with interesting theories concerning why 'mind contemplating mind' did not result in madness. Nowadays we know that brain generates mind, and that neuronal transmission requires time, which explains the problem. Time interferes with the natural oscillation of cause-effect, preventing actual oscillation. Therefore there is no feedback loop (as, for example, in electronics). But this realization does not at all invalidate Zen, which is a logical critique of 'mind.'
There is nothing at all emotional about Zen. Zen is totally logical.
And yet, when you come to 'understand Zen' on some level, your emotional brain responds, introducing emotion into a previously logical scenerio: your emotional brain 'gets it!' You respond warmly.
On the other hand, there is nothing at all logical about Monotheism. Monotheism is totally emotional. This explains why Science and Technology are invisible to Monotheism.

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I hung up at that point, satisfied that god would be pleased. I then dialed The Holy Ghost: Busy. I dialed Jesus: Busy. I then deduced that they were all still in 'conference call mode,' deciding which souls would go where, and that due to the unusually high death rate on Earth they would be busy for another week or two. Satisfied that Lucifer was my last hope for information I dialed his number:
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lu: Hello?
me: How's it going there?
lu: Business is booming.
me: There's been another disaster: China.
lu: Ah. That explains it. We're mostly Chinese here, as you know.
me: No, I didn't know...
lu: Yep. The rest of us are mostly Indian.
me: Lots of Zen?
lu: Lots of Zen. Infuriating, sometimes, but I am learning to tolerate it. Do you know the sound of one hand clapping?
me: Never heard it.

(Kootch just now opened her door at about 2250L to go to the potty. I tried to engage her in conversation using english as she walked by my bedroom door. She smiled broadly and said something totally incomprehensible in Japanese. She was obviously still half asleep, and still in Japanese mode, language-wise. Kootch tells me that because she sometimes listens to both English and Japanese TV, she is usually not aware which language (English or Japanese) contains the information with which her brain interacts.)

lu: Listen. You will eventually hear it when your mind is silent.
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And before leaving this subject tonight I would like to add this little tidbit to the effect that 'universal coverage' refers not only to medical care as a human right, but to infant sexual intactness as a human right. It would be an obscene perversion if 'universal health care in America' resulted in 'universal sexual mutilation for health reasons.' The Judeo-Muslim perversion called 'circumcision' must be outlawed in America except in the clearest possible medical circumstances, and if God doesn't fucking like it, then fuck the Old Bastard. And if Jews and Muslims don't like it, then let them move out of America to some or other land where they can practice their faith unmolested by modernity.
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Oh my! Did I just insult God?! Uh-oh... Oops!
Well folks I waited for a response from god. Nothing. My blood pressure subsided, and all returned to normal. I entered boredom, eventually, and dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone. I waited... No answer.
I then extended the antenna, and God answered immediately.
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gd: Hello?
me: You familiar with the physics of electromagnetism?
gd: Electro-what?!
me Never mind. Can You talk now?
gd: You're in a cue... I'm very busy... hang on...
me: China Earthquake.
gd: How did you know!? (aside:) 'No. Send his ass to Hell.'
me: Electromagnetism. By the way, who was that lucky person?
gd: Lucky?
me: I take it business is quite good at this time?
gd: Excellent. We are all in high spirits.
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I'm back a bit early again with the usual weather excuse; also Kootch returned from Japan yesterday (wednesday), freeing me from the need to padlock the door while I'm gone. The importance of this precaution was underlined recently when I returned home from a 45 minute (approximately) visit to the supermarket. After opening the digital door lock and the key lock, I discovered that one of the digital padlocks had been opened. Apparently 'they' were able to break the combination to that particular lock using the 'brute force method' (trying the sequential possibilities). I think the combination for that particular lock was set to 0977, therefore it seems likely that they started at 0000. They were lucky, of course, to have selected the lock which was most vulnerable to that initial try. This was the third time in history that one of my digital padlocks has been 'broken.' Maybe I should limit the possible combinations to numbers above 5000? Hmm... I find it interesting that they did not attempt to hide their successes in any of the above cases, and thay they obviously wanted me to know.

Kootch brought back her usual stash, mostly exotic Japanese foods, and LOTS of 'osenbei' (rice crackers), and some strange little socks with toes in them.

I didn't expect to be doing this tonight - in spite of the weather forecast - because of sleep deprivation last night: I hit the sack at 2245, was gassed heavily from 2300 to 0100, then gas and radiation from 0430 to 0800. Four hours or so of sleep. I expected to be wilting about now. I ate lunch around 1330 or so (with Kootch), and we watched a TiVo of Millionaire. Then later a visit to KP (I was late, having been mezmerized by C-III). Interestingly, the purpose of the visit was to test the sensory feeling in my feet: the examiner touched certain spots on my feet with a small plastic strand. It was a little game: I was supposed to tell her which foot she had touched. I passed the test with flying colors, and she seemed satisfied. The bottoms of both feet forward of the arches are numb and could not have detected the plastic strand, but she was able to elicit an involuntary response by scraping something against them (and I felt it). Interestingly, the 'hit your knee with a little rubber hammer' didn't seem to work. Blood pressure was about 115/70. Weight: 220 (I am on a plateau, dietwise).

By the way: The Democrats are intent on reforming America's pathetic health care system. Good idea. I would suggest that those folks watch the pbs.org documentary, Sick Around the World for clues as to how advanced and sophisticated societies have already solved this eternal dilemma. 'Modern' America is still living in the medical stone age.

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Unless you are regular reader you might be shocked by my rapport with Lucifer. If so, you need to investigate earlier posts - or - quit this blog. For those of you who are still here, I offer the explanation that whereas the Jewish god WHTZSNM has condemned Himself by His own writings (in the Very Old and Odius Testament), there is no record at all of Lucifer's position inside the VOOT. My interviews with Lucifer therefore, are the only external record against which we may judge Lucifer. See these posts for more information.

Which brings us to the current situation: Kootch is still enjoying her yearly vacation in Japan. I am still enjoying my total aloneness (faggotry excepted, of course). Furthermore I have been able to resurrect Oldcomputer. Who knows what fruit might result from that?

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Pleasantly surprised by this unusual turn (in the current circumstance) I continued:
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me: Are you busy at the moment?
lu: Not at all. What can I do for you?
me: Whew. God, Jesus, and The Holy Ghost are all busy as beavers.
lu: What's the problem?
me: Myanmar. A huge hurricane.
lu: Standby... Ahh. Burma. Very tragic.
me: My conjecture is that they are all on a conference call making snap decisions.
lu: That is the most likely explanation. In fact, I have noticed a recent slight bump.
me: Bump?
lu: In admissions. By the way, your hero arrived here last week, happy as a...
me: My hero?
lu: Albert Hofmann. He loves it here. Hooked up immediately with Tim Leary. They are in the chemistry lab even as I speak. I think they are teaching chemistry to Einstein, Sagan, Khayyam, Emerson, Swinburne, et al.
me: Please pass my regards on to all...
lu: Omar wants me to give you a message:

'And when like her oh Saki, you shall pass
Among the guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made One - turn down an empty Glass!'

me: Ha! Only after I have drunk it!
lu: I know you and you know me.
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Myanmar is big news this week because of the cyclone (hurricane) which recently devasted the coastal areas and killed many thousands of people. But the story is amplified by the government's refusal to allow other countries to assist. The result is that many more thousands of people are going to die in the very near future unless the international community takes matters into its collective hand and imposes international aid on the hapless citizens. Sounds like a good idea to me! Fuck the generals. Who the hell are they?!
As I contemplated this recent tragedy, blogwise, I naturally thought that it might not be a bad idea contact the Jewish god WHTZSNM in order to get His take on the matter. I wondered, first of all, whether He was even aware of the tragedy. I pulled out the brown telephone, dialed 666, and extended the antenna. God answered immediately.
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gd: Hello?
me: I was wonder...
gd: (interrupting) Can you call me back?
me: Yes, but...
gd: Busy. Very busy! (hangs up)
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Well folks, I deduced from that, that god was processing souls from Myanmar, making snap decisions concerning individual final destinations. I suspected He would be busy on that job for quite some time. So I dialed Jesus on 123. Busy. I dialed the Holy Ghost on 321. A mechanical voice (obviously recorded) responded with
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hg: Imbsynwclmeblorlvnmrwhcrchy
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I hung up, slightly frustrated by this unusual situation. Then it dawned on me to call Lucifer. Would he be able to fill me in on the goings on?
I dialed Lucifer's number.
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lu: Hello?

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Friv. 200 games. I've tried the checkers game, which is fascinating because of an added feature. I'm not a very good checker player but it hooked me.
26 learning games to change the world.
I like this surgeon! It was this precisely this concept (Hell) which turned me off (emotionally at first, then logically) to my inherited religion.
Doing it...
Fake mozart. Astonishing.
Real Mozart. Even more astonishing.
He can't even spell 'nuculer,' but we elected the dumb bastard anyway. Was it because of Gore's utterly stupid choice for VP? I think so.
And as a result we are all engaged in... whaaa?
Terrorism is a modern phenomenon because it is amplified by modern technology. What is the source of modern terrorism? Happy birthday, Israel.
Deadly beautiful.
That about exhausts my links for tonight. I wanted to get the linkdump out of the way first, based on last weeks fiasco (which I have corrected by deleting the redundancies).

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Sexy long tongue. Young woman shows us her looong tongue. Wow! I want to see her clit!

Ultimate Logic. Ultimate emotion.

Encyclopedia of death and dying.

Tonight's Mozart fix.

The Modern Jesus dies.

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Where is the world...! This was a glorious week for TODAY as Matt made his way around the world again. I loved it. In fact, this is the best yet, and I know because I have been recording and watching TODAY since we purchased our first video tape recorder back in the '80s. Hurry home Matt!

I think I liked 'Holland' best. I love Sophisticated Europeans, including sophisticated European Sociology. After Greece, Europe (especially France) was the birthplace of modern ideas (which seeds - amazingly - were passed down to us by a Muslim Spain!). Modern day Europe is the ultimate example of Enlightened Humanism, and as such beckons to America, especially with regard to health care policy. Most of all I love Holland's attitude toward drugs and prostitution. Human Nature needs to be recognized by human governments, otherwise massive human pain is the result as Nature clashes with itself. (Where are you Schatze!? You still here? Sorry about turning the car lights on while you were peeing.)

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To press the matter further, shit stinks. Shit contaminates. Wash your hands after contacting shit. In fact, it is precisely for these reasons that I colored 'the brown telephone,' brown. I talk to god on a shit-colored telephone. I know god's number (666) but god does not know my number. God can not call me, but I can call call god any ole time. God may or may not answer, but I have control. I thereby associate god with shit. God stinks. That is my message. There is nothing logical about that message. It is a totally emotional message. If you want logic you need to study philosophy. And remember: emotion is like a gun which has a very limited range: it is very accurate in the short term, but its accuracy fades after a minute or two. Logic, on the other hand is weak in the beginning but gathers strength over time.
And not that I intended to insult African-Americans. Not at all. I made the brown-shit association only recently.
Obama is unabashedly brown. He clearly sees this pigmental issue as a confluence of genes, not an excremental association. Obama has his head screwed on straight. Obama is more logical than emotional, and this shows. Obama appeals to 'intellectuals' like me. Hillary appeals somewhat more to 'emotionals.' But both are beautiful in their own way. I still think they should be on the same ticket but I understand that might be impossible. No matter who eventually wins, I would be extremely turned off by a Jewish VP and would vote for McCain.

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Which brings us to the 'Liberation Theology' of Reverend Wright who apparently was influenced by the writings of James Hal Cone. Cone was apparently unable to accept 'White Christianity,' and proposed the theory that God was actually Black (and apparently, so were Jesus and The Holy Spirit). Interestingly, the Wik reference seems to have been modified since I read it last night. In the previous incarnation the piece quotes Cone as writing that '...if God was not black we would have had to kill Him...' Shades of Nietzsche, who quoted 'the ugliest man' as confessing that he was 'the murderer of God.' Cone apparently identified with The Ugliest Man in Thus Spake Zarathustra. He plagarized Neitzsche, knowing that an unsophisticated black readership would not recognize the sin. 'Reverend Right' - con artist that he is - fell for the concept and preached it. Other ignorant black 'reverend' con-artists must also have fallen into the same trap. Black Rage thereby acquired a white philosophy masquerading as black inspiration and became known as Black Liberation Theology, a misnomer.
Since this 'theology' is not popular in Africa, home of the 'black race,' we naturally wonder why it is so popular among African Americans. Do they see themselves as ugly? And if so, why? The answer is that, yes they do see themselves as ugly. The reason they see themselves as ugly is because they have been 'contaminated' with white genes, which have made them brown instead of black. Brown is the color of shit. That is their problem. It is an emotional problem totally unrelated to logic.

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TGIF again! Kootch is still in Japan, and I am still alone (more or less: JF agents watch me constantly, as usual). Good news is that there have been no more JF attacks on Kootch's Toyota that I can detect. It starts fine as usual, and - strangely - I did not notice any tire vibration as I drove it today. My provisional theory is that 'they' replaced the pilfered tire weights in the correct positions. Prove me wrong if you can.

The political news this week is totally fascinating, of course, and I am beginning to lean in the Obama direction after he totally disengaged from 'pastor right.' Apparently, Obama - a late convert to Christianity (after having been raised with no religion) - was not a frequent church-goer after his religious initiation, and as a result was surprised by Wright's fanaticism, whereas Michelle (his wife) was somewhat contaminated by Wright's 'Black Liberation Theology' due to her more frequent exposure to it. (There was another Blogger autosave problem which seems to have disappeared after I played a game of chess on Comcast.) Furthermore, Obama was apparently not contaminated by 'black rage,' because his father was a black African, not an 'African-American' with a long family history of slavery: his black African father was simply a Black African. The result is that Obama is not only half black but half white too! Hmm! Add to that the fact that Obama is extremely intelligent and sophisticated, and you get a unique socio-political concoction.

Hillary, on the other hand, is an extremely intelligent and sophisticated white female! Wow! What a beautiful choice we have. And then there's McCain, who apparently never learned a thing about war in spite of extensive experience.