there had better be riots...

hamden,
my hometown namesake and all around decent animal (mostly),
is making the same face i am this mornin'.
it's the face of hope and change.
as in:
i hope ya'll bought some bullets today, because that's how patriotic duty keeps it real,
i hope that after today we can give all this pretend freedom crap a rest,
i hope that there are riots, whether in protest or purely partytime,
because democracy needs to establish some 'hood credibility this year,
regardless of who wins the white house,
and i hope we can change the tune of this same weak sauce song.
i've had about as much freedom as i can handle, ringin' in my ears.....
what do you think would happen if political sign-holders actually DID something instead of hoping that standing around asking me to beep my horn would make the world a better place?
active participation doesn't wait 4 years between decicions, ya'll...
thank heavens the cucch still knows what time it is,
even in msg-laden lake mormon babyville...
word.


back in real life,
it's been a phenomenally, unseasonably lovely day.
after hallowe'en, pumpkins are basically just farm fodder.
check out these hungry hooved homeboys.

that goat was not cool with his sheepish friends.
which i was naturally all about.
in viking/norse mythology
thor has a chariot drawn by two goats who resurrect themselves after he eats them every night.
this guy pretty much brought the the thunder, and the noise.

plenty more tasty treats where these came from.


that's what SHE said....
soyfire candles, ya'll.
they sure got some good-ass stinkin' goin' on.
sugared spruce? (two great tastes, who knew?)
holiday memories? (now without the family drama)
hot apple cider?
cinnamon bayberry?
hot chocolate?
strawberry cream?
white poinsettia?
yes on all counts.
a straight-party ticket guaranteed to smell up your house.
that's one campaign promise that should be easy to keep.


look at those tiny little wings,
and that long, sausagey, exoskeletal ass.
this completely nightmarish insect was hangin' out on my car,
waitin' to surprise me with a little facial dive bomb action.
just what i needed to start the day off right.
it's 66 degrees out,
as if hell was a little closer to earth today,
almost like voting causes global warming.
wouldn't that be some change?
yeah.

perfect fall days, mutha-uckas,
that was my vote,
and we won by a landslide,
never quiet, never soft...