the knives

Tonite
Just now
Hours after
The last post

My web post time
R so off

I cut myself
With the cutco
Hardcore

On purpose
Or accidenr?
U decide.

Ouch

the thursdays

tonite maria came over
my good friend
haven't seen in 4ever
we hung out
went to dinner
el comandre
cheated on my diet
but it was good
i love that chick

posted new
flickr pics
texas pride
in my loft
and pics of
the bike accident
what a lame event
but i still hurt
u can c
on the pics
ouch!
dot com

i'm obsessed
with star
and the view
haven't had cable
in over 3 weeks
but still following it
with wide eyed
interest
drama serves drama
america makes a mountain
out of a mole hill
i can't relate
wink, wink

my bro sent knives
to cut steak, chicken, meat
for my birthday / xmas
prescent months late
what 8ever
it's the thought that counts
if only i had dinner parties

plans to move
in september
in with my la bf4ever
we shall see
money saving opertunity
soul saving op 4 life
go 4 it scott
but the dark voice
i listen 2 too often
says noooo

food for thought
4th of july is coming
last 4th i was with
my probation teens
nightmare fireworks

this year
all a new
my horoscope
predicts tomm
is my day for love
and friendship

hope all around
peace out ya'll
fuck period send

superstar in a housecoat

watch the above mentioned doc
for the second time
today
about jackie curtis
a warhol superstar
wow
check this shizz out
a must see for artists
and those who appreciate
such crazy cats

an individual
legend
who took no shit
from anyone
actor, comedienne, superstar
all good things
all original
real
inspirational

creative and original
she was
died in the 80s
of a drug overdose
on the slip
like so many creative do
an inspiration
a lady in my hall of fame
hot 2 the t jackie was

am beginning to be in love
with life again
and it's beautiful
i forgot how fucking amazing
the world and my existence in it
can be
when u open ur eyes
and pay attention
the power we have
to manifest destiny
time and time again
so real
so true
so me
the meaning of life
from this off and on
fag in lalaworld
surrounded by l-aliens
get it la + iens
ok it's not funny
if you have to explain it
that i have learned
the hard way
time and time
again

hung out with my tamale today
god damn i love that girl
we decided we're moving in together
going to create a fabulous home
together she's blood
and yes tamale
i love it

all 4 now
well wait
star jones
was "fired"
from the view
i smell a rat
rosie odonnell
starting in sept
god dat shows gona
turn full circle
who knows if it will work
i want to give it the benifit of the doubt
but something tells me new rosie
won't be able to simmer down
and year 10 could be the end
find all of this fascinating
god knows why

oh yea
saw jessica simpson
and her new nose
riding my bike
she filing a car with gas
by herself
odd -- quite
i said hi jess
in passing

she responded "hi"
not looking up
then stared at me
thinking hard
said "wait i know you?"
like a question
as she got into her car
and closed the door
i had an answer
she forgot to wait for it
what's up with brain dead america?

in the past month
i've seen more random "stars"
than i have in my life in la
what does this mean
is the current question
driving my brain crazy
thought i'd share

scott out

damn it, rose

a boy i once dated
sorta
introduced me to this song
it still moves me
and plays on my itunes
frequently

don henley recorded it
and wrote it
so i'm told
damn it, rose

check it out!

Maybe just a good night's sleep
Would have changed your troubled mind
From that rather permanent decision
So tragic, so unkind
Now, pain is what you've given
And sleep is what you'll get
So far away from that sweet baby child
Who hardly knew you yet

Now he'll grow up to be a fighter
Full of anger, full of shame
Like all the other haunted children
Who wonder why they came
And he'll be in and out of trouble
Until he stands up or he falls
But there will always be a shadow there
No matter how it goes
Damn it, Rose

Is this another cryptic message
Or some kind of cosmic quiz
If there's a lesson to be learned from this
Well, I don't know what it is

You could have given us the finger
Much more constructively than that
Now I sit here with the MTV
And your bloated, Burmese cat
We're being treated to the wisdom
Of some puffed up little fart
Doing exactly what I used to do—
Pretentions to anarchy and art
He speaks the language of a warrior
He mounts his misinformed attack
He wears the clothes of a dissenter
But there's a logo on his back
And it's a hollow rebellion
As rebellions mostly are
It's just another raging tempest in a jar

And the seasons keep on changing
And the wind blows hot and cold
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide
As it ebbs and flows
Damn it, Rose

random stranger friend

got an email today
from a random stranger friend
inquiring to what i was referring
about kennedy

here's some backstory
this month rolling stone
he wrote an article
talking about republicans
running a scam
voter fraud
based in ohio
to ensure kerry
lost the 2004 election

i found this interview
robert did with prweekly
and will quote below
4 the rest of the data
www.rollingstone.com
peace ya'll

PRWeek: How did you come to write this piece?
Robert F. Kennedy Jr.: I had not paid much attention to this issue. And then a number of books came out, and I read them because I [wanted to use them] to interview people on my radio show. And then I read the [Rep. John] Conyers report, [a 2005 Congressional inquiry into the election], and started talking with people in Ohio. And at one point, I said, "Holy cow, this is real." And then I talked to [RS editor] Jann Wenner about it. I encouraged him to do a piece, and he said "We'll print one if you write it."

PRWeek: Tell me about the process of putting the story together - it obviously took a while.
Kennedy: I read the literature out there, and read the articles. Then I interviewed voters in Ohio, and public officials, and people who were involved in the election from all over the country.

PRWeek: Why do you think this wasn't covered heavily by major media directly after the election?
Kennedy: I think the mainstream media took up the Republican echo chamber, and just echoed the right-wing talking points.

PRWeek: Why didn't the Democrats themselves pursue this?
Kennedy: Well, there was a lot of complaining; there were a lot of lawsuits. But it got very little traction in the media. But you know, the Democrats on this issue have been abysmal as well.

PRWeek: Your story wasn't based on any secret information, correct?
Kennedy: No, that's the whole thing. This was not a secret conspiracy. This was done openly and shamelessly. Across Ohio, there were people who did everything they could to stop this.

PRWeek: Have you had any indication that the national media will take another look at this issue?
Kennedy: I had a good indication [June 7]. The New York Times, as its lead editorial, did a piece on [Ohio secretary of state] Kenneth Blackwell's current efforts to suppress registration drives in Ohio. And the Republicans are doing the same thing in Florida, and the Times talked about that, as well.

PRWeek: What reaction have you seen from the general public?
Kennedy: There's a huge reaction. Rolling Stone told me that it's gotten two and a half times as many e-mails [about this article] as it's ever gotten for any other story in its history. So there's a huge appetite for this story.

PRWeek: This story didn't have a 'smoking gun'; was there one person coordinating this entire operation?
Kennedy: There's never going to be 100% certitude that the election was stolen, because the only way you could get that is by recounting the ballots, and the recount was illegally derailed by Republican operatives. The mastermind behind the efforts in Ohio was Kenneth Blackwell, along with…[Toledo elections official] Bernadette Noe. But on a national level, it's [Republican National Committee chairman] Kenneth Mehlman and Karl Rove.

PRWeek: Have you gotten any reaction from the Republican Party on this?
Kennedy: I've gotten, certainly, reaction in the blogosphere. But most of the reaction has been supportive.

PRWeek: Is there a next step?
Kennedy: I've been meeting with attorneys... to devise a litigation strategy. And I would say that very soon we'll be announcing lawsuits against some of the individuals and companies involved.

PRWeek: Who exactly would that litigation be targeting?
Kennedy: I wouldn't say, right now.

PRWeek: The election is over. Is it too late now?
Kennedy: There's another election soon. And as the Times [just] reported, the same people are up to the same shenanigans.

sandy b

from sandra bernhard
i'm still here...damn it
circa 1999

hey
i heard rosie odonnel's getting married
to a woman
and
they're registered at
k-mart
and penny marshall's gona be
they're best man

no...
rosie's...rosie's a sweet girl
she is...
she really is...
she's a doll
and america doesn't seem to care
if she's gay or not
which amazes me

(audience asks "is she gay"...sandy pauses then...)

i'm not completely sure
i would venture to guess
well you tell me
if you can see rosie on all fours
getting fucked up the ass
with a big dick
get back to me


sandy b
speaks the truth
and love her
honey

did you see her on the view
a few weeks ago
elizabeth the clueless
attacks her
she doesn't care
i want to meet this woman
i want to know this woman
all truth
all real
and so hot
i think i'm in love
with another lez
story of this man's life

from barbra streisand.com

fan or not
she types
a sorta blog
none the less
i read

Talking about patriotism, let's never forget Bush's fellow Republican, Teddy Roosevelt, who in 1918 said, "To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public."

K T Tunstall

k t tunstall rocks
on her new albulm
eye to the telescope
i love it
buy it
check it out live
listen to her
the music radiates
the lyrics hit your soul
check her out
pure love
pure light
genious new artist
she

the wonder years

i just came across this
the pilot episode
from the wonderful
wonder years
how many others
love loved that show
like me?

friday nites

friday night
just got home
from getting my hair did
and out with a friend
the new cut is hot
picture on flickr
doesn't do it justice
cheryl is a goddess
all i have to say about that

sitting home
alone
thinking about
over 2500
united states soldiers
boys and girls
literally
sons and daughers
dead
because of this war
decite and lies
the state of our nation
sucks

10,000+ limbs gone
of our own
for this fight
was it nessisary
i think not
you decide

watching brokeback moutain
for the 100th time
love storie
true and true
gay
straight
who cares
it's pure
real
all about the light
love it

anyone else feel like i do
hard to be having fun
when so many are over there
risking their lives
for a war of lies
pray for them
like i do
nightly

robert kennedy speaks the truth
his latest quote about the goings on
all pure
all true
all love and light

WAKE UP AMERICA

scottie from shelton

It was March 1994, and I found myself sitting in a foreign building around virtual strangers. This was the third school for me to be attending thus far in 1994 and needless to say at this point…I was a kid who was uncertain of where he belonged and unwilling to reach out to others. My first day at the new school I met many new, amazing people. One in particular changed my life during the short period I was fortunate enough to know him.

“What’s your name” was practically shouted at me from a dark skinned, dark haired squat boy in the back of the room. I retorted my name back to him in my most unfriendly and bleak voice, not wanting to engage myself with anyone -- unwilling to get attached. “I knew it wouldn’t last long” was his reply. As the teacher entered the room, what an unfriendly creep was the thought that entered my judgmental mind.

I later learned he was referencing the fact that he too, like me had been at many strange buildings with strange new people -- and always he found someone eventually that shared his name. We were both “Scott”s and both had the doom of a common name -- and having to use our last names or initials for identification individuality. The more and more Scott and I got to know each other…the more in common we discovered and the more I began to have major affinity for this wise-cracking dude.

We went to the same small school for three years…each of which we found ourselves in the same classes all day long. Two goofballs named Scott are too much for anyone to handle -- and the two of us played off each other like Abbot and Costello. It was a trip to say the least.

My friend Scott’s mom worked at our school…so we quickly learned of his childhood nickname Scotty. Scotty stuck with him (much to his chagrin at times) leaving me to be called by just plain Scott. Scotty had the most drive and determination of any 12 year old I have met to date. To say he just stuck by his opinions and decisions would be an understatement. He was a powerhouse -- not letting anyone suppress him or not see his point. This is one of the many brilliant things I learned and took from Scotty.

Scotty also had what I thought was incredible luck -- ok I called it luck because he always kicked my ass at any game, competition, or argument. Later I understood the boy was incredibly gifted and talented in sports, games, and logical thinking. His luck in many minds ran out in 1998 where we found ourselves both transferring to the same new high school. And although this school was mammoth in size compared to the previous one -- we once again found ourselves in the same classes. He was Scotty -- I was Scott.

For about a week that winter, I noticed Scotty time and time again not in any of my classes. I asked around about him…he was MIA on all accounts. Frustrated and confused as to what had happened, I made some phone calls. I learned that he had gotten sick and was in the hospital. A lot of medical jargon and terms were thrown my way -- but basically his body had just shut down. Two days later I found a friends mom that could be talked in taking me to the hospital -- and was sneaking into ICU under the mask of his “cousin”. I found my typically boisterous and vivacious friend pale and breathing weirdly behind a curtain. Later it was explained to me that since his body had shut down -- they were using many machines to do the work for it. I found myself returning to this uncomfortable situation numerous times over the next month -- ignoring what I had been told about what to say and talking to him about mindless things, filling him in on the latest scoop, and telling him he better hurry the hell up and get back to class because I can’t handle the pressure of sole wise-ass. Scotty made a miraculous recovery and a few weeks after my last visit to him in the hospital I was at his house playing soccer. I told you he was stubborn.

Over the next two years we lost touch a bit. I transferred back to the same small school we had gone to previously -- to the new high school they were trying to establish. He stayed put where he was…I guess he was thrilled at the idea of being the only Scott again. In December 1999, I was called to the office in the middle of the day…where I found a teacher who knew the relationship Scotty and I had who was crying. She told me that she had just found out my little amusing, relentless friend had taken his life the night before. At that moment in time, my world caved in. The events of the following week are all a bit of a blur, wrapped up with confusion, anger, and no sleep among other things.

For three years after Scotty’s sudden death, I never let anyone call by what I considered his name. It’s a common nickname for Scott -- and anyone who came up with it for me I would simply respond with a very unfriendly and bleak voice saying my name is SCOTT. I’m over that now -- and allow those close to me call me Scotty if they wish. I actually have come to like it, because every person who refers to me with the “Y” reminds me of an amazing person from back when.

Still to this day I find myself talking to Scotty -- and asking for his help. I believe that he has now forgiven me for stealing his drive and determination from him -- and he’s on my side helping me out. Whenever I need help getting something done with persistence, he is the one I turn to. And to date, the boy has never failed me. I do not think nor do I hope his voice in the back of my head will ever go -- it’s constantly instructing me to get off my ass and get my shit done.

prereq 2 scott cooley

a beautiful being
i think about him daily
he will be missed
i wrote this in my diary
years ago
felt like sharing
scottie u r missed

to the cooley family
strong and proud
undestructable
god speak
u r in my prayers
and thoughts
daily

miss u all
contact me
if you find this
u r a part of me
believe it or not
love all around

did you ever wonder what 2000 looks like

click this link
http://theunitedamerican.blogs.com/Movies/2000A/2000.html

watch the quick slideshow

if your now blown away

email me

me@scottiscool.net

i can not stand the sate of our nation

home

i know
it's cliche
but here goes
there is nothing like your own bed

a five day marathon trip
tons to do
i stood up
and bombed
went out solo
and had fun
good times
seattle

but seriously
it's great
to be back
in my own bed

tonight to dui class
dull as hell per usual
we got out early
the gods were shinging
down on the drunks

this dui i reflect
is the best thing
to ever happen to me
in my life
ever

lessons learned
a million
hard times
bring about
big change
god, oh god
she must have a sence of humor
love it!

2500 mark

today
2500 dead in iraq
the news reports
as i flew
to seattle
beautiful new city
which i'm considering
a move

the weather here as i arrived was perfect
the flight and airport experience not so much
i was recognized at the seattle airport
in the cab line
sureal life...full circle...a new reality for me
felt so cool in the moment
and awkard as hell
as i waited 10 minutes for the cab
we took pictures
i'm not sure where they knew me from
or who they thought i was for that matter
but i obliged
flattered

watching britney on nbc
right now crying
she is human
yes
it's hard to buy one who thrived on controversy
press
and now wants to "be left alone"
i get it yes
but common
mixed messages brit
and still no explination for that song
she posted
that i used to make my blog public

six days in seattle
two dates setup
for me to stand up
in a new city
a new world
we shall see how it goes
sunday and monday
hmmmmm

life is good
for this former fatty
staying in a strange city
by myself
for the first time in my life

adulthood
what a trip

NO BLOGS OF LATE

I WANT NOTHING TO DO
WITH OUR
STATE OF THE UNION

take a stand

just watched it happen
tonight on the daily show
jon stewart my man
took a stand
bravo!

click here and watch the video clip:

Jon Stewart hammers Bill Bennett

pink sings

i listen
buy the album
im not dead

dear mr president
pink +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 pay 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

our hairy bush

our president
the man with hands
on the button
tap danced today
hardcore

over 2000 dead
in iraq
last night as i posted
21 died execution style

today what to talk about
gay marriage
mother fucker
how does he sleep
at night
with 1 eye open
he's so proud 2 b christian
does he pray
and to what god
my god she says
equal rights 4 all
tonight i'm livid


Q You mentioned civil rights. Are you comparing this to various civil rights measures which have come to the Congress over the years?

MR. SNOW: Not -- well, these -- it --

Q Is this a civil right?

MR. SNOW: Marriage? It actually -- what we're really talking about here is an attempt to try to maintain the traditional meaning of an institution that has maintained one meeting for -- meaning for a period of centuries. And furthermore --

Q And you would equate that with civil rights?

MR. SNOW: No, I'm just saying that I think -- well, I don't know. How do you define civil rights?

Q It's not up to me. Up to you.

sunday

next week i have 7 things due
large amounts of typed text
hardcore yes
fun no

tonight after all my hard work
the season finale of big love
heart ache yes
suicide? not yet

u deserve to be fit
the most real person
i've ever known
said to me saturday night

but i used to be fat
and used to be happy
i responded
glib
maybe

this blog is addicting
although 5 people read it
4 of which i don't know
fuck it
to cyberland
send

thursday

Today what a day yo
This morning on the way
2 school
on the bus
2 stops
2 incidents

First stop
An adorable dark skined man
Wearing no shoes
In a coverall cut off at the shorts
Saw the cbs 2 news crew
Started wistling making a scene
They ignored him
And he walked on
Throwing trash at a lady walking
Next to him on the phone didn't notice
The bus came

At the next stop
A rear end
Car crash
Hooptie n a 50000 volvo
Hooptie was hysterical
Volvo let her go wo incident
Kharma, generous? Compassion?
U be the judge

Tonite at madd
250 people
Barely got in
3 seats to the last
Back grow
So close
So sad
The whole experience
Made me judge
Myself

Don't drink and drive
Ps sometimes I blog
On the shitter
Some of my most clear
Insightful thinking
Comedy tregedy comedy
Get my drift