So in the spirit of ACTUAL grassroots action, I've begun my own Facebook group, with an open discussion wall and upfront documentation of the healthcare industries dirty secrets. Why don't you visit it and join up?
Thursday, July 9
Want some Astroturf with your healthcare reform?
Just received a handy email from my health insurace provider at work. They've encouraged me to join their Facebook group and register with their creepy Astroturf website, where they ask for all my details - and provide none of their own!
Friday, May 22
Lyrics - Little Dead Bodies by Algebra Suicide
I just returned from two weeks in California, the first week was spent in San Francisco where I was introduced to my new life-changing music group, Algebra Suicide. My dream is to produce a tribute track to this song, one of their larger hits in the 80's, which has intense messages that I relate to - as well as a sober examination of the banality of death when compared to living. Upon returning to beautiful Cleveland, Ohio I could not find the lyrics anywhere online, which saddened me and made the whole tribute-track idea more difficult... So here's my busy-body contribution to global knowledge.
Little Dead Bodies
written by Lydia Tomkiw, music by Don Hedeker
from the album The Secret Like Crazy
How right you are dear Paul,
that we hear of famous people's deaths while on vacation.
Perhaps it's so their funerals are not too crowded,
with their loyal fans being out of town and all.
Those celebrities are pretty clever.
I've heard that someone's born every 8 second,
so I presume that someone dies every 8 seconds just to keep things even.
It makes me feel shortchanged when I read the obituary page,
someone's holding back information.
It also prompts me to flip through the telephone directory on sleepless nights saying
over, and over, and over again - Yep. You're all going, every last one of you.
Wow, Heaven must be a big place.
I don't know too many dead people,
but folks tell me I'm young.
When my grandfather died he was laid out in the Bubb funeral home,
and I was secretly glad Mr. Bubb didn't change his name to something more romantic,
when he went into business.
I just wish it was less memorable.
My highschool locker partner Ned worked part-time for a mortician.
Imagine dressing dead people, straightenening their ties and fluffing up their hair so you can afford to take a girl out to the movies on Saturday night.
Well that's love.
That's, adolescent desperation.
I would have been honored to have Ned take me to the movies and let him buy me popcorn.
Instead, I went out with a boy who died.
The hardest part was knowing that his body didn't just disappear on the bed the moment he left.
I think that's what keeps me off of suicide,
the idea that there's something left for someone else to clean up.
How rude and inconsiderate.
It's a pain to take out the weekly trash, let alone figure out what to do with over a hundred pounds of flesh that's about to go bad.
The even worse, in India, where there's a religious cult which believes you shouldn't desecrate any of the elements with the dead.
They can't be buried, or burned, they can't be cast out to sea.
So they're taken to the top of the tower of silence where they become the vulture's problem.
How's that for passin' the buck.
No. When I go, I want to go clean.
Convienient, leaving no mess.
As if I vaporized while taking a shower.
As if I moved to Antarctica leaving, no forwarding address.
Monday, September 15
Republican Party Snares Me in Nefarious Vote-Stealing Plot
And this time it's really no exaggeration. I recently registered to vote in my home county of Cuyahoga (Cleveland, OH), received confirmation, and even applied for an absentee ballot by mail. Today, however, the funniest thing arrives at my home. It's addressed to me, at my current address. Seems to be a flyer urging me to vote against taxes. It even includes absentee ballot applications, two of them! Luckily I've already applied for my absentee ballot, I used the official form mailed to me when my registration confirmation arrived. This pair of applications were helpfully provided to me by the Republican Part of Ohio - pre-addressed (although still requiring a stamp) to simply drop in the mail and send off to..... the County Board of Elections in Painesville, my parent's county where I first registered at age 18.
What follows are scans of the nearly two feet of paper urging me to vote by mail in the wrong district, please analyze...
What follows are scans of the nearly two feet of paper urging me to vote by mail in the wrong district, please analyze...
Monday, July 28
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