08:00 AM. Awake again. News says misguided bomb killed two Americans and wounded others. After uncounted Afghani deaths, the crows are beginning to turn on their keepers. Not to mention the CIA agent whose cover was blown last week after his death in the prisoner riot at whatever al-wherever where they found that American kid Taliban, 20 year old? 21-year-old? How very different than the young soldiers we have sent over there. Sigh. War sucks. Always.
"Business before pleasure," George Will said a few weeks ago. The rightwing and middlewing and even leftwing babosos all think next we will attack Iraq or Yemen or Somalia or all or more ching ching badabing all the way down the line for a thousand years of terror and anti-terror goodbye liberty hello police state crunch. Don't yank my chain I'm free. War sucks and life is become a hellofkng message mess'o'newage massage. Welcome to the new world may-I-take y'order, Danial.
New York is like an angry serpent, a furious eagle; I pray my nation will be just, not merely vengeful; that we be righteous, not vicious; our sword of justice be true, not evil as those who attacked us. But "they" attacked us. And like other theys say every day, things will never be the same again will never be the same again never be the same again not after Nine Eleven. The word is, the words are: Nine Eleven. Insert my little black graphix here. . . 
. . . Fix it God.
I'm living in Mexico on the border and I feel more and more American. God bless the United States. *Sigh* You can take the boy out of the country but you can't take the country out of the boy. I look at the President and hear over and over again his words, we cannot let the terrorists make us stop doing what we are. We must go about our business as usual. This is my business. I am an maker of words, a player of thoughts. Thank God I have a free moment in history when I can say what I feel without (probably) being burnt at the stake or tortured before the Congressional Anti-American Committee... . . . .
The Holy Office of The Inquisition might return. This is what all liberals fear in the new Anti-Terror Police Powers. Sigh. Those who do not learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat its mistakes or something and we don't remember that quote right either, do we, only a cliche to mouthe and breathe and wonder if when where how we fight fire with fire, ice with ice....
The motorcycle newspaper delivery muchacho arrives as usual in the morning. Valentina the dog bursts from her lingering sleep, to race along the front balcony with her angry growl rising up into a howling fit of Bark Bark BARK! BARK!! BARRRKKKKK!!! Hammering yammering from her doggie throat I love to scratch when she's calmmmmmer Not NOW....
But he is fast on his moto, and then he is gone. Poor little betch was caught napping; the bike was too fast, too smooth, too quiet it just purred in to toss the paper plop and then zip he was gone, laughing I'm sure at the poor Taliban dog who can only howl after his departing shadow. In and out, purr click proommmm ya turn shift gear and gone. Damn I wish I could write like that in Spanish.
The other dog doesn't bark much at motorcycles or water delivery men like Valentina. He likes to get all upset about cats late and night, or people in the afternoon who won't come up and pet him. Yeah.
That reminds me I need to go get my big water bottle filled.
