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By Cabin Fevah, January 7, 2010 3:18 AM

The ever evolving post which will include all my liberal bullshit about how health care in the United States will gives us all headaches. (Bah, WordPress deleted much of what was on here previously. I’ll attempt to get it back together.)

Update: This just in from HCAC (Health Care For All Colorado)

What is left of Real Reform?

• Single payer? – not at the table. 
• Public option? – watered down, then gone. 
• Medicare buy-in? maybe, for a week, then gone.
  

Now the U.S. Senate wants to block any state efforts to find innovative solutions to our health care crisis until 2017!

The Senate health care bill that is now working its way to final adoption contains a provision allowing a “Waiver for State Innovation” (Section 1332, p 212) but not until 2017.  This same Senate bill requires that all states have an insurance market exchange by 2014. 

We must demand that the 2017 restriction removed.  

The concrete is setting on the final bill.  Our congress needs to hear from us now.

Rep. Raul Grijalva (D-AZ) and Rep. Lynn Woolsey (D-CA) 202-225-5161 are co-chairs and active on this issue.  Give them a reason to work harder, to make concessions in an area that doesn’t do so much damage.

House Speaker Nancy Pelosi:  202-225-4965; fax 415-556-4862

Senate Majority Leader Sen. Harry Reid:  775-882-7343  fax 775-883-1980

House Majority Leader Rep. Steny Hoyer  202-225-4131  fax  202-225-4300

Senator Jay Rockefeller  202-224-6472   fax 202-224-7665

Senator Chris Dodd  202-224-2823   fax 202-224-1083

Representative George Miller  202-225-2095    fax 202-225-5609

Representative Charles Rangel  202-225-4365    fax 202-225-0816

Representative Henry Waxman   202-225-3976    fax  202-225-4099

Senator Bernie Sanders 202-224-5141   fax 202-228-0776

Senator Tom Harkin  202-224-3254   fax 202-224-9369

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By Cabin Fevah, December 31, 2009 1:25 PM

I’d searched and searched for years to find a copy of Joel Hamilton, Matthias Bossi, and Carla Kihlstedt’s “The Book of Knots” (S/t).

Lo, Christmas came and how fortunate I was. The Book Of Knots was underneath the tree. The problem? The insert, while creepy and suited to boot, has no lyrics. There’s some original poetry on this thing (which I’ll post) which is just begging to be shared.

I spent an hour last night trying to find the lyrics online but it’s just not meant to be. I’ll never know what the hell they’re saying on this disc.

Next step: E-mail Joel Hamilton and ask for the lyics. I’ll keep you all posted as to how that goes. In the meantime, listen to the attached track, “Captains Cup.” It’s a horrifying story, to be sure.

EDIT: Amazing, the one live show they did was filmed. With the reverb, it’s a little hard to make out his words but on the whole, it’s awesome quality for someone with a camera in the audience.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxp3ZOhiC8I

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By Cabin Fevah, September 11, 2009 5:04 PM

History will prove time and time again, that all mankind and it’s utilities have evolved more and more liberally.

I feel an unfortunate instance has emerged as a failed liberation: Language.

I can’t help but get the most salty of notions when a youth, instead of fully expounding upon it’s thoughts, replaces their true emotion with ‘word’.

“I’m pretty hungry. How do you feel about getting a slice pizza?”
“Word.”

It is so uninspired that I often walk away. I feel more comfortable talking with my cat. When I ask if he would like some pizza, he coughs up a hairball. In this, I know the future holds no further optioning for combinations of dough, sauce, and cheese when inferring he and I should dine together.

A few weeks ago, I drove to Greeley to meet with a few friends and seek a night of restful sleep. While illegally downloaded media was being imparted onto a receptive medium for transportation and analyzation at a later time, we redeemed our available time at a local International House of Pancakes.

I put forth the notion that I may never swear inside a eatery again. The associate opposite myself replied, and loudly, that he would say ‘FUCK’ wherever he pleased. He declared that no words be taboo and no stone of lingual offense be left unturned — for his perceived lexicon and habitual gestalt required all that was available to him at all times.

I harangued his argument with all litmus tests of logical fallacy and cogence. There was indeed a load-bearing rod of self-fulfilling falcity.

I openly posited upon his feelings of the word ‘nigger’. Truly, not now-nor then, did I ever feel ashamed to say the word. I nary blinked once and sans a quiver in my delivery- I challenged his assertion that any public venue would be better suited with a complete freedom of phonetic dispatch.

Lo, at every suffer of the word ‘nigger’, he did detrude his pride. His frame was shrunk a third and his eyes did scrutinize the establishment.

I trust that children who encounter the wily-tongued in restaurants can grow up to be just as smart and produce completely sound arguments without reproducing the emotional irk and intonation that is ‘Fuck’.

Yes. Know this children: I will consider, seriously, your tills from judgment to fact without expletive. I do not deny the innocuous being of words, rather I deem the few already partitioned to be unnecessary.

No worries, we will do just fine without them.