My Loss

For those of you that actually read this stupid blog, I want to let you know that I think I've figured out why I feel down so much.
     First an explanation of the Wind Spirit. The mongolians believe in an entity called the Windhorse. It comes to you when you are riding your horse at full gallop and the wind is blowing in your face. It's a feeling of overwhelming abandon and joy. The girl in the famous scene from The Titanic where the girl is riding the bow of the ship is probably one of the best depictions of the Windhorse meeting someone.
     It's the reason people ride motorcycles or drive convertibles. It's why a mountain climber immediately turns his face into the wind after reaching the summit. It's why dogs hang their heads out of car windows.
     I first met the Windhorse when I was around 3. My mother would put me on a merry-go-round and push while I yelled "faster, faster." , or on a swing and want to go higher.
     Nothing makes me happier than to go for a ride with mom and get hopelessly lost. I have this incredible urge to stick my head out of the window.
     I miss the Windhorse.

People, People, People.

Nixon was drummed from office, not for dirty tricks, but because
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Bill Clinton was fined $300,000 not for a collapsed zipper but because
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John Edwards Is being thrown out of office, not because his zipper collapsed, but because
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[refrain] HE LIED!

HAVE YOU GOT A GRIP ON THIS? Stop saying they're being persecuted for the simple human failings of being horny! We all know that politicians have no personal morals. The law schools teach them that. We expect only one thing from them, (beyong keeping the bottom of the fishtank clean), TELL US THE TRUTH!
   I don't expect them to compromise the Keyhole sattelite system. But when they're caught with a paiges face in their crotch in the broom closet, don't tell me she is trying to clean the lint from his pants.