Out of Central New York, home of Classic Rock, Public Library, Computer #6, the one next to the guy that won’t stop HUMMING.

Greetings from a public library somewhere in Central New York, home of Classic Rock. I am in my pajamas.

Guy next to me is fucking humming. Elbow jab to the kidney.

I had a dream this morning that I was in a government office. I was trying to find a place to live. The bureacrats, overweight and of color, were asking me if I was an American citizen. I said yes. They told me they didn’t have no record of that. I began screaming “I’m an American citizen!” and I woke up. I don’t need Carl Jung to tell me what this dream was about.

Since I don’t have internet access up here, I can more clearly observe the widening chasm between The New York Times and the New York Post, which I read everyday, and the news sites I visit everyday: Gateway Pundit, Michelle Malkin, Power Line, inter alia.

I can’t link, I don’t have time, because my father’s watching Luliboo. He went running this morning. He’s 73. He told my mother he was going to go run a few laps around the high school track, and she told him to carry ID so that the paramedics would be able to identify him.

Yawning chasm between new sources. First, on Cap and Trade. I read the cap and trade articles in the New York Times and the Post. Reading about it in the Times, I’m struck by how Byzantine these laws are. The more Byzantine, the more room for fraud. Which seems to be the idea. It is totally dodgy the way under cap and trade the government will issue permits to businesses, and some businesses la-la-la-la, something or other. But I remember when I read the article I was thinking, this is going to make so much work for lawyers, and is going to be so difficult to prove that the government discriminated in handing out the permits/”indulgences” or whatever. Again, that is the idea. What this does in effect is put a muzzle, rope, halter, handcuffs on private business and make it slave to government largesse. The system they’re proposing is absolutely Byzantine, opaque, a quicksand. Again, that’s the idea.

Then I read at the end of the article, that Nancy Pelosi, whom Power Line said once after her press conference on her remarks on the CIA, looked like she needs medication to get through the day, which she had neglected to take on that particular day. I wholeheartedly concur, in fact, I think I can diagnose her malady, I believe it springs from a documented phenomenon called “Botox brain.” Think about it, botulism injected directly into your third-eye. You think that doesn’t affect your brain? Shudder.

But, anyway, after the Cap and Trade vote passes, Pelosi is standing there in her Bee Gees-esque white pantsuit ( guess Michael Jackson-esque too, God rest his soul), in her lavishly outfitted office, holding a button that when she presses it, it says, “That was easy!”

Marie Fucking Antionette anyone. Contrast the Houston Pelosi protest with this joke button. Contrast the anger of the protesters- many angry moms- when honest women get angry like that, watch out- with the fey mockery of Pelosi’s crew as they walk into the convention center.

So I read this in the Times. My mother wonders who the Republican congressmen were who voted for Cap and Trade, I tell her that Michelle Malkin will have outed them all, and when I get to the library I see I am right. Furthermore, Malkin refers me to web sites organizing against this treachery where I can see people twittering things like, “There’s 15 of us, and we’re outside the State building.”

Rage is mounting. Not the state-sanctioned rage of marginalized people clamoring for their next handout or fabricating indignation over some perceived, or manufactured, slight. The rage is coming from informed people who are invested in this country’s success. Lawmakers do not listen at their own peril.

Apparently, the effects of Cap and Trade won’t be felt until after the 2010 election. I will be going door-to-door, and washing people’s cars if need be, for Republican candidates.

Other example of widening chasm between newspapers and the truth. The New York Times for the past two days has been reporting that Iran is silent, that the government has succeeded in squelching the people, that people are afraid and staying home. I read this, and then I go to Gateway Pundit, and I see footage of people out on the streets, protesting and being shot at. The New York Times clearly has an interest in telling everyone, look, it’s all over in Iran, lost cause, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Update: Sorry. When I wrote this I hadn’t seen the Times’s coverage (an article tucked away) on Sunday’s Moussavi protest, so they did concede that people were out for that.

Other news, Obama gave his condolences to Michael Jackson’s family. Did he ever give condolences to Private Long’s family? I know he made some half-ass statement like a week after Private Long’s murder by the American-black Muslim-convert jihadist, after everyone had remarked on the fact that the White House had said nothing.

In Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography he mentions that one reason Americans have such love of liberty compared to Europeans was our love of reading. It seems like we’ve gone from a literate society with no bureaucracy to a semi-literate society choked with bureacracy.

In some good news for Team Obama, while his approval ratings aren’t that good, his approval by Hamas has shot way up.

I have to get home. My mother is bringing home Coolattas, which we are going to supplement with a spash of Malibu rum. Nectar of the gods.

We have been flying kites a lot, which is ridiculously fun. Lulu who is 2 can fly a kite like nobody’s business. I give her directions in a “man-to-man” sort of way: Both hands, Lulu. A little to the side now. That’s it. Easy does it.

Oh my gosh, and I almost forgot the Supreme Court Ricci ruling. Yayyyyyy! This is more like it. I hesitate to say “the goddess is alive and magic is afoot” because this is the way things are supposed to work.

Oh, wait. Before I go a little treat, this completely wacked-out article in the Times, if you need a little comic relief:

Jamie Foxx, the host of the Black Entertainment Television music awards, was unequivocal on Sunday night.
“We want to celebrate this black man,” Mr. Foxx said of Michael Jackson. “He belongs to us and we shared him with everybody else.”
. . .
Mr. Jackson was to music what Michael Jordan was to sports and Barack Obama to politics — a towering figure with crossover appeal . . .
Some African-Americans said those most determined to discuss Mr. Jackson’s failings were white.
“The system likes to take black men down,” said Stan Jamison, a 61-year-old house painter, leaning against a fence on Sunday outside the old Jackson home in Gary, Ind. “They did it to Ali. They did it to Tyson.”
. . .
Gerald L. Early, a professor of African-American studies at Washington University in St. Louis, pointed to Mr. Jackson’s self-image . . .
“If blacks were not, in some degree, emotionally and psychologically scarred from their oppression,” Professor Early said in an e-mail message, “they would hardly have needed the Black Power and the Black is Beautiful movements of the 1960s, efforts to restore their mental health.”
. . .
“I was from a small town in Illinois where there weren’t any black people,” Ms. Whitlock said, tears splashing down her cheeks. “There was prejudice in our town. The older people, they saw just some black guy dancing. But we saw someone who was extraordinary, someone who made us want to dance. Michael was for unity. And he made people my age want to be for unity.”

And this, from a Chinese immigrant who moved here 4 years ago, while leaving flowers at a Michael Jackson shrine:

“His voice, his look, the way he did things — it didn’t fit the stereotype people had of black people. People were not afraid of him.”