its about time, eh? eh. the superbowl. ugh! seemed like it might come to blows like those folks behind bars. but i shut up more than i wanted, and its been festerin these last couple. not just that, but gimony, religion is one’s perogative. dont force it on no one, but dont attack somebody for it either. maybe its an impossibly delicate balance. i hate havin to say, but it may be the only way i stop thinkin about it. sometimes, i wish i had more accepting friends. alright, hang on. lemme backtrack. im only back writin anything of any length cause pete brought up ani, and i then finally found the 9/11 poem i heard when i went to see her alone. broke me out. been gettin the led out the last week or so. thats real nice. of course, enron and the war. lotsa people that you think might, dont like flint mike. well, for me, he put together the enron thing best id seen it yet. but i gotta make a nice sidenote to the nytimes for exposin the hypocrisy of cheney’s bullshit explainin why he wont turn over info to the GAO. never thought id read it in there. and then dubya bush, oh that scary piece of shrubbery. well, hes doin it right, cause i think you can only really fight a war if you can make them the other, the less, the dark unknown. couldnt we at least try to lay it all out a little better.