It's Obama, Bitch.

I'm posting this video again because I can't get the song out of my head each and every time I watch the caucuses/primaries on the boob tube.

Here's my rundown of the candidates.

Obama. He's my guy- all the way. I love him, and I don't care who knows. I have the same t-shirt that Obama girl has, and plan on wearing it for my state's primaries....and the general election (even if he's not in it). I'll be buying the red underwear for Mark.


Hillary is alright with me too, but when she cried, a little part of me died. Leave it to the only female in the running for president to cry. Yes, I just said that. And no, I don't feel bad about doing so.

I don't like Edwards. I have no reason not to. I just can't stand the way he smiles while saying everything. EVERYTHING! I bet he smiles when he sneezes too. Weirdo.

McCain is my saving grace in the Republicans. He's ballsy and unapologetic. Just how I like my coffee.

Giuliani appears to be in over his head. I'm sick of him bringing up 9/11 too.

Romney can kiss my ass.

Huckabee can too.

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

Copyright: Tami Silicio

Special Edition: Decision 2006

I thought that the interactive modules were slowing down the blog. So, I created a poll for everyone to vote for the module that they chose was least liked. After all of the negative campaigning from all of the interactive modules, things got sketchy. (No, not really, but it makes the entry sound good). The results are in, and after a whopping 8 votes (cough, sarcasm) the people have spoken. I will be keeping all the interactive modules, and holding the option to add more.

I hope more of you will make it out to vote today for the election spectacular. Although I would want a democratic majority to come out of this vote, I just want to see people vote. Happy Election Day. (Subliminal message: vote Democrat)

Bushwhacked

Ten minutes before leaving the house, Dylan informs me of a sharp, "bad," pain in his belly. He proceeds to lay on the floor. I tell Dylan to go upstairs to his room to lay down while I called the doctor. After contacting his doctor, letting them know that I think he has appendicitis, Dylan comes downstairs to tell me that it was just a big poop in the way. Lovely. Get in the car, poo boy.

Pictures went off without a hitch. They were being taken when I came to pick D up from school. He smiled, didn't freak out on anyone, and looked great. I rushed him right out of there before too many people were offended by Jordan's growing diaper, stopping only at Dylan's cubby for informative school papers first. This is what I get: (minus the black outs though)

WTF? Dylan's preschool is on a college campus. I understand Bushy Baby will be on the campus, but in the preschool? I doubt it. Is he going to refund me for one day of paid child care? I didn't think so. Not much of a notice either. He's just adding to my list of reasons. Jerk.

Also, please take note of my new Lady of Leisure (which I may change to Goddess of Leisure) picture in your upper right. I love me some photoshop.

Tenga cuidado para los excrementos de mono.

CNN.com

Above is a link to a CNN article about our national anthem. Not many Americans are too happy after reading it. Why? Some artists have come together to record a Spanish version of our national anthem for the immigrants.

Just to make sure that the maximum amount of Americans are insulted and infuriated, a new remix (aside from the Spanish version) will be released in June. Here's a link to the new lyrics that the writers have added into the original version:

Chicago Tribune

Bleh. So many things I could say about this, but instead of getting myself worked up about it, I have decided to use it as my day's entertainment.

One good thing to come out of all of this? Bush makes an intelligent comment: "The national anthem ought to be sung in English. And I think people who want to be citizens of this country ought to learn it in English." -Bushy baby

Link o' the Day

Cheney Cited for Breaking Hunting Law

Quote of the Day

"In 2005, the American economy turned in a performance that is the envy of the industrialized world," -George W. Bush

photo curtosy of thespoof.com