What's a Meta For?

P*RG has a tradition in their canvass offices which they call "Hot Nights". A hot night is when a canvasser raises at least double their daily fundraising quota. The next morning they are recognized during the morning staff meeting and get to put some piece of construction paper cut into some themed shape with their name and fundraising total up on a fancy wall where the office's achievements are cataloged by an ever growing collage like they were in the 3rd grade.
Themes in the past have included little leaves to be put on an office tree, flames, little solar panels, rays of sunshine (F'realzies). And consistently being the most profitable office in the country, we grew and outgrew our collages fast.
One year I suggested we use this classic drawing about organizing

It worked pretty well and remained the permanent hot nights theme in our office from that point on. This is what it looked like on my last day at work

The theme caught on in P*RG offices around the country. Here's a shot of one of the IllinoisP*RG offices this summer

I think this hot nights wall is unintentionally a great metaphor for of the big flaws with the modern left:
There's the fish on the one side organizing to chase the big fish in the center that was chasing them, but hen there's ANOTHER group of organized fish on the other side also going for the big fish in the middle. They both seem equally fixated on the big fish and seemingly are ignoring each other. There seems to be no intent to work together nor to share the big fish. It seems like they're about to fight over it and most likely the big fish will get away.
And that's how a bill becomes a law.

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On another note, here is yet another amazing example of the brilliance of The Daily Show with John Stewart

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[Get Out of There]

BLOG???
Where have you been?
Ok, lets put that behind us.
I'm going to dump off a wonderful video montage that someone made in what approaches a semblance of historical documentation.

A thousand words worth of reasons why Brooklyn is the planet.

(Adrienne/Me/Jessca(sp?))

Buggy's Last Days

We're gonna take Buggy for what very well may be his last veterinary appointment tomorrow. Just in case it is I made kabob tonight for all of us, which happens to also be the first thing both he and Tori ate in our house. I don't think they would have appreciated the awesome broccoli rabe I made tho so I didn't give them any of that.

Boy is it ever a weird pickle to deal with death.

I cannot express the degree of resentment and dislike that Tori has for Buggy right now. After being bullied around by buggy his whole life, he's now burdened by him. Buggy's near incontinence has meant sequestering for the dogs, which means Tori get's locked up too when no one's home. The general isolationism which has befallen the dogs since Buggy has gotten so sick has resulted in a lonelier world for Tori and he doesn't really understand why. But what is clear to see from their interactions is that Tori wants nothing to do with Buggy. If Buggy stomps over to the cushion or blanket Tori is sleeping on (as gracefully as a blind 18yr old dog with serious mobility issues can) he will more often than not be kept a few feet back with snarls and barking from Tori. The two of them have not shared a moment of joy or playing or anything other than quarrels in over a year since Buggy's mobility issues first arose.
And while it's clear that Tori is gonna have a more comfortable and relaxed life once Buggy is gone, and it's clear that Tori appears to feel nothing but anger and resentment towards Buggy, he's gonna miss him when he's gone.

Tori, you're gonna miss Buggy when he's gone.