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Lessee, last entry was in August... lost that job shortly afterward because of personality dispute with boss. We just didn't get along and I... don't go along to get along.

I tried that at the Department of Human Services and look what it got me... nuffin'.

After several months of intermittent day labor assignments (as I predicted I'd have to turn to when I worked at the county *sigh*), I worked for Pizza Hut as a delivery driver for a while... until my personality got the better of me there, too.

Sometimes it seems like there's no solution, there. I can't suppress my personality and I don't seem to be able to get by with it in the state it's in. While I do try to alter my overall emotional content, it's an uphill battle, me being an angry feller and all. I suppose that'll tone down some with age, but by then I'm gonna need some savings and I don't have any.

But.... there's hope on the horizon! This is the last year of Prince George's reign and, if it isn't, I could become a real revolutionary! And die! Horribly! Or get sent to jail! Which... would be a good thing, if Prince George still reigned.

Because, you know, if you take up arms against the tyranny of your own nation, that's pretty much grounds for high treason, the only crime outlined in the Constitution (or so I'm told.)

Well, hopefully the election will put people I support in power. That'd be either Clinton or Obama, although I have my reservations about both. Hillary Clinton seems like the stronger, nastier leader - but she has shown some considerable lack of backbone in the past and a tendency not to push the advantage. Also, I don't like the idea of the Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton pattern which is emerging in our politics. It smacks too much of oligarchy, whatever the political realities may be.

On the other hand, a lot of what Obama says is either dumb or shockingly short-sighted. It appears that he supports the construction of a wall along the Mexican border and I must ask myself: what the HELL is he thinking?!?

If he has to throw money at the border states, why not a "Freedom Station" or something to shift INS enforcement to strengthening our image as an "inviting" nation, a processing way station for persons attempting entry into the US.

Okay, how about this: you take that money for the fence and give it to contractors and service agencies in the border states, requesting the construction of several large, strategically-situated way-stations designated specifically for workers and those seeking work to pass in and out of the country. A sort of temporary citizenship platform.

It might work as a compromise, allowing our paranoid security interests to inspect a larger percentage of those attempting to enter the country (INS would have a convenient place to drop rounded-up border-dodgers, as well) and it would, at the same time, open up the border as a staging area for expanding our own economic work-base... a place those searching for such labor could send transports and recruitment agents. If it was open to both US and south-of-the-border (yes, not all foreign transients are Mexican) work-seekers and opportunists, you might have a great resource, provided by a clever government, to offer our staggering economy.

Oh, and as for Lent, well, I'm giving up gaming for 40 days this year. I may go mad.

My wife just got a new game for her Nintendo DS called "Contact." She says it's like Earthbound. It sounds just awful!

I'm finally getting around to taking the freakin' G glasses from the anniversary event off. It's not like I can even WEAR glasses in real life anyway and this avatar is supposed to reflect me in anime terms.

Well, okay, I don't have purple hair or a raccoon tail, either, but those are symbolic interpretations of my attitude and essential nature.

More or less.

Also, I'm giving up meat for lent. So my farts STINK.
STINK STINK STINK. Beany peanut buttery stink.

Well, it turns out that I just made caramel. Pretty good caramel, but just caramel.

Oh, and, GRRRRR! That jerk at the bank! Oh! Oh!

Finally, FINALLY, he confronts me and says "You don't like it when I'm nice to you right?" And he's backed up by two of those HORRIBLE teller women.

What am I gonna do? I stammer out "Just don't get personal" and I launch into this STUPID recount of how all this got started, with that witch down at the (now owned by another company, thank goodness) southern branch and all, but, argh.

Just don't get personal, that's all I needed to say, but I was afraid again. Cornered and afraid. I wish I was one of those people who can handle adversity, who just stays calm under pressure, but I ain't.

I really, really want to push that guy's face in. But at least he's stopped with all the "another day in paradise, eh?" type crap.