  Turd in a punchbowl here. I just want to get clear on what this party will be about. What is the goal? Too many Type-A genuiuses involved here for there not to be a goal. I'm discouraged today, not just because I can't go. I keep tripping on the reason I can't go. I'm filling in for a co-worker Reservist whose going to Iraq for the second bastard time. I've said that here before, but MRRT isn't required reading, more like a Hometown Buffet where you can pass up the sprouts for the frozen yogurt machine. That's cool. And TRUE is inspiring us to be part of this, no matter what we have to contribute.
So, I'm giving up my discontent. Celebrities? I did approach some. If they are big enough to reflect some wattage, they have a shitload of riders and demands. If they are small enough to be approachable, they have a way of making everything all about them. And, goddammit, I am still aware that people are dying in that shithole. A teenager from Navajo Nation and a 26-year old Nigerian immigrant died this weekend. We didn't hear about it because we handed over Iraq, haven't you heard? What is making my dancing shoes gather dust is this - " You have a smaller percentage of the American public in Iraq than in any other conflict. You have a deeper detachment between the average American and the average American soldier than ever . " - from urlLink Operation Truth My cousin Genaro died in Vietnam when the rest of his class had their graduation trip to NYC.
My grandmother sold his cruise jacket with the dragon embroidery on ebay to pay for her heart medication. Some size-2 scenester is wearing it around Hollywood now and feeling benevolent. I want to invite the brothers and neighbors of the 'fallen' to have free drinks and rub elbows with dyke strippers. Fuck celebrities. If I could invite all those guys to Crobar, I would. If there's a goal I just haven't seen, please lay it down. Otherwise, it's just karaoake while Rome burns. 
