Limbering the Mind and Fingers,Mine

                                 I don't exactly know what to write about. I'm meandering, relying on my instincts and almost unfailing ability to scratch something out, dredge up a past experience or bitch about something that annoys me or should. I have a small amount of painkiller bumping along in here with me, so that may help.
             Lets leave the hounds out of this, they're still being their loopy ass dog selves. The wife and kid are cool, the cool stepson is living along, the fish and cats are up to their regular selves. I'm enjoying the continuing Bin Laden horseshit being swung around by all the guys who are ,it seems, utterly unaware of the origins of Al Qaeda and their metamorphosis from American lackeys called Mujahadeen to the worst people in the world.
                        I would like to express a small amount of pleasure I derive from the looks on the faces in their situation room as the newer brainwashed lackeys shot Osama and his brainwashed lackeys in their faces. The real killers watched it live on their  live private media devices..Too bad they don't have to watch the shit they order to happen like that while it happens every day. It might make them more willing to not do it so much. Probably not though, their patriotism might be threatened if they don't shoot their guns.
                          Baseball is progressing as it should in spite of all the good and evil being perpetrated throughout the universe. I get to watch a single A ball club play on the public access station most days and the Cubs and the White Sox are on WGN a lot, free.  The cool Little League field down the street is hopping most evenings. So, that's good.
                         I guess I could express my dissatisfaction with the DEAs intrusion into the operation of the doctor patient relationship which cannot be considered sacrosanct any longer. My doctor fears them and this affects his willingness and ability to effectively treat me for chronic back pain that will only keep getting worse due to the nature of the spine involved in there.
                                      It's an amazingly paradoxical situation, I know what ,exactly what, works. Yet it is not permisable to say so. If I do, I become a drug seeker. Well fuck. Of course I'm a drug seeker. I'm well on my way to being utterly crippled and it hurts. I posess an enormous insight into what works and what doesn't, but, it has to be kept quiet. I am not allowed to know what works, it makes me a suspicious character instead of a patient. The medical personnel involved eyes narrow, their lips purse, their head looks down and  notes are made. I don't get to read them.
                               I still tell them ,hoping I may meet a doctor who may be grateful he doesn't have to figure it out. So far, no dice.
                           I could fish up an opinion about the seemingly persistent swing into libertarianism affecting the youth of the world, the ones who do not want to have to pay for a bunch of shit they don't, didn't and never would do through the attempted responsibility imposed upon them by taxes,fines and the enforcers of said same aforementioned horrors. I wonder if the new guys coming up will get some of the most important shit right.
        Probably the ambitious ones will be of the college republican ilk while the other non college republicans will be tokens, like Powell and Bush or Hannity of Fox and Colmes of the poor little smart bastard caught in an idealogical trap that pays like a motherfucker ilk.
                                  All this meandering has me hungry for some cheese and crackers with a couple of Clementines to offset the salt.
 Maybe an hour of C-Span or a listen to my new Derek Jensen lecture on CD .
             Or maybe they're replaying a Stockton Ports game.
        Could be I'll try fucking around with Facebook some, or just go crash. 
   Soon, we'll know.