Cocaine Cannot Kill My Pain
Live video. Unreal.

I thought I’d post a lyric.

Steve Earle
Johnny Come Lately
Copperhead Road

I’m an American, boys, and I’ve come a long way
I was born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I’ve get something to say
Boys, I’m buying this round
Well it took a Iittle while but we’re in this fight
And we ain’t going home ’til we’ve done what’s right
We’re gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight
If I have to spend my last pound

When I first got to London it was pourin’ down rain
Met a Iittle girl in the field canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my plane
Six more missions I’m gene
Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yelling “turn out the lights”
Death rainin’ out of the London night
We made love ’til dawn

But when Johnny Come Lately comes marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.l. loan
They’ll be waitin’ at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

MY P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round coming cross the Channel last trip
I was thinking ’bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this great big world
But I’ll never find nothing like my North End girl
I’m taking her home with me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Told me about London when the Blitz was on
How he married Grandma and brought her back home
A hero throughout his land
Now I’m standing on a runway in San Diego
A couple Purple Hearts and I move a little slow
There’s nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam

wow

I’m trying to find a way to help my little brother. His house burned to the ground. I’m thinking I’ll try to get him a generator, so we can go up there and get to work cleaning up his property.

OK, my brother’s house up in the hills got burned literally to the ground, he lost almost everything. For some reason the stupid old Miata he had parked there was fine. His house burns down, but the miata lives. He’s tore up, but alive. Everyone’s alive.
My house was still sitting there being ugly late last night when I went by. The air is rancid in Escondido right now.
Here’s a quick picture on where the fire is/was (it’s pretty mixed up what’s going on) and various houses threatened.

I think my house is possibly in danger of burning down, my friends and family are fleeing the flames. I am in a little tizzy and ended up work some how.

Instead, read this.

The right-wing in this country has been…well, visciously, brutally, horrifically attacking a family who had the audacity to let their son speak on the Democratic National Radio Address about S-Chip, the State Children’s Health Insurance Program.
Note immediately, it’s not a government handout, it provides hundreds of thousands of children with health care they could otherwise not have, and an expansion of the bill was vetoed by the president. Only the fourth veto of his nearly seven years in office, by the way.
Anyways, after weeks of being relentlessly slimed by the likes of Rush Limbaugh (disgusting pill-gobbling man-pile) and Bill O’Reilly (increasingly insane christmas tree freedom fighter and loofah aficianado)they went on Keith Olbermann’s show Countdown, and talked about what happened with their kids and where they live. They brought a picture of the two kids in intensive care, which is basically a parent’s nightmare.
In response, Michelle Malkin, who is an inhuman pile of cancer tissue, had this to say:

The Frost parents finally made a wise choice and decided not to put their son on Olbermann. Instead, they appeared to field Olbermann’s softball questions about the “lunatic fringe.”

Olbermann prodded the family to supply pictures of their children in the hospital recovering from their terrible accident. The photos were displayed as Olbermann and the couple complained about the Right’s “distraction” techniques.

It really doesn’t get much lower or much cheaper or much sadder than this.

So not only does this scumhole not see her own perversion in chasing after, posting the address of, and in general trying to make the life miserable of these children and their parents, she doesn’t understand that maybe, just maybe, they’re interested in others who may be in their situation being able to get the help they got. The right-wing doesn’t get that. They don’t get it because it’s not about exploding brown people’s bodies into gobbets of goo. It’s not about wanking it to an Ayn Rand book. It’s about caring about someone else, and trying hard to make sure they don’t die if it can be helped. They don’t get that. Malkin certainly doesn’t. I also think she probably kills puppies for fun. The bitch.