Ferme La Bush (my favo(u)rite)

The Asses of Evil
(words underneath a picture of Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld)

Bush is a Liar (the minimalistic approach)

I'm too chicken to wear my politics on my car. People have guns. :S

I was talking to my hubby and he said that in his Ireland upbringing they didn't sing patriotic songs to the flag at school like we did when I was a kid. Did you have to "pledge allegiance"?

I still remember it almost exactly. The strange thing is that I went to a progressive school that I wouldn't expect would have had such a thing, but it may have been law in public schools.

With your hand over your heart: "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands one nation under God with liberty and justice for all." Imagine it: 20 six year old children standing there. It is kind of creepy, as you say.

When I first started school there in 1973 they were doing the pledge every morning, then it changed to once a week. I think recently the "under God" part was taken out, or maybe they took the whole thing out of schools, not sure. I better check into it, because if Isabel goes to public school she could be subject to it.

The flag waving here has gone crazy. There are people with flags everywhere. Some streets you see flags on half of the houses. There are flags on people's cars. The local electric appliance company has sponsored putting up flags on the telephone poles in certain parts of town where there's high traffic coming in...medium-sized flags all along the street on every pole.

I really can't stand patriotism like that, probably because I'm just not like, 'woooo, YAY THE UK'

During the European Football Championships loads of people had England flags on their car which was a certain fad, I imagine quite a lot of money was made out of that somewhere along the line.

Other than that I've hardly ever seen a Union Jack on someones house, we don't even have them at schools. Only town buildings like the Town Hall or CofE Church.

Since I've gotten my truck, I've had three screws in my back tires at one time or another. Just a few days ago, I went to the tire place to get one tire taken care of -- there were two screws. One of them was pretty big.

I'm on the lookout for any suspicious screws leaning against my tires. :/

I actually believed at one time that "Indian Reservations" were areas where Native American people lived like they used to live. About a year after I graduated from high school, I met a man who was half Native American (I'm a small bit Native American myself) and he brought me to the Seneca Nation reservation and I met the very last Seneca Chief. He made me a special rattle with wood and bullhorn and I carved in the Native name they gave me.

I remember driving onto the reservation and really expecting to see people in tepee's or at least huts, etc. This was 22 years ago. What I actually saw looked more like a vast, sparsely-wooded, poor trailer park full of alcoholics and misery. The chief was very sad, he hated the new little building full of tiny apartments he was forced to live after he reached a certain age. He saw the misery around him and new his ways were not being passed on...he was the very last chief. He died a few months later.

The white man came here and committed a good deal of genocide and then tossed the few remaining into these camps, forgot about them and started celebrating "Thanksgiving." Now, I have trouble with people every year because I cannot stand celebrating Thanksgiving. It is supposed to be about thanking the native people for helping early Americans in a time of need...what did they do in return? Murder, rape, pillage, destroy, berate, enslave and belittle the vast majority of the natives.

There are still versions of that story happening in the world now, only we call it "war" and "politics" and the stage is much larger and the stakes much higher with far more vast resources the bigwigs are after. Thank goodness I'm not a pessimist. ;P.