<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:18:12.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD SUPERPOWER</title><subtitle type='html'>A Look at the Fat, Bloated American Landscape</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-2732846765309227946</id><published>2008-03-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:26:42.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DISTRACTIONSSitting in the past and looking at the present can sometimes be a diversion.  Thinking about all the stupid things you’ve done and all the changes you could’ve made along the way.  I’ve made it my life’s pact never to look back unfondly, however, a bit of me always winces when I think of the times lost.  Eras played to with distractions not only poison but also mindnumbing. One of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/2732846765309227946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/2732846765309227946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2732846765309227946' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-5891079528260775839</id><published>2008-03-04T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:00:19.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the Eve of Super Tuesday 2.0  On the eve of Super Tuesday 2.0, the primaries in Texas, Ohio, Vermont, and Rhode Island and the Texas two-step caucus, politics as usual have reared their ugly head, as NAFTA has become an oblique issue of intrigue at least in the Ohio race.  With the Canadian consulate releasing a memo of a meeting between Obama’s chief financial advisor and a Chicago embassy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/5891079528260775839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/5891079528260775839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5891079528260775839' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-115231597034385545</id><published>2006-07-07T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:46:10.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fortunate Son:     The story of how        John Fogerty was sued   for copying his own song.      1995 Rancid.  Tweak out on the drugs and worship Satan if you know what's good for you.  2006 Arctic Monkeys.  Whatever floats your larger sized ass.  1997 Mighty Mighty Bosstones.  It's so scary the obtuse reality of nothingness that envelopes the less fortunate.     1956 Elvis.  McDonald's french </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/115231597034385545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/115231597034385545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115231597034385545' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-115042078310163979</id><published>2006-06-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:20:50.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY OBSESSION WITH PEER TO PEER  Can't Stop, Won't Stop.  It's Free Now, it will be forever.  You can get everything.  Paranoia takes hold.  I sware off downloading.  And then I smell something I want.  My nose goes whiff whiff.  I need every fucking Lovin' Spoonful song.  And every Troggs song.  Maybe some really obscure shit from some band named Booster Gold's Revenge.  The argument.  Stealing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/115042078310163979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/115042078310163979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115042078310163979' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114860985363197718</id><published>2006-05-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:17:33.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREE MODERN PROGRAMS FOR THE VERY CHEAP MODERN MAN  Travel beyond the wildest dreams of freeware into the triumvirate of necessary programs to overtake the corrupt powers-that-be.  Mozilla, OpenOffice, and the Gimp.  The coolest programs of the past year or two.  These are programs every self-respecting loser surrendering himself to the grasp of the computer must procure.  Why pay for constantly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114860985363197718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114860985363197718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114860985363197718' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114688321502002898</id><published>2006-05-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:40:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinco De Mayo  Drench myself in blustering amounts of Modelo and Two Fingers Tequila.  May 5 is the anniversary of the Battle of Puebla in 1862 where Mexican troops fought the narcissistic Emperor Napolean III and forever freed North America from French influence.  The holiday is best celebrated by every American as a day to get wasted.  Wasted and do one thing.  Watch Trek.  I've recently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114688321502002898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114688321502002898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114688321502002898' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114652927441564908</id><published>2006-05-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:21:14.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coca-Cola Advertising in Cocaine Most people in America take their carbonated sugar water for granted, but on college campuses nationwide, a union of activists have sprouted up, demanding Coca-Cola Bottling Company respond to allegations that the use of paramilitary guerrillas in Columbia and their practices in general must be halted.  Recently, NYC Councilman Hiram Monserrate took a 10 day trip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114652927441564908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114652927441564908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114652927441564908' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114558591713053725</id><published>2006-04-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:19:43.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HONESTY IN BEING NOTHING   Sometimes, as I'm in the throws of the great vomit beast staring down at the bright porcelain demon that envelopes all who seriously drink, I wonder where, indeed, did my life go wrong.  Apparently, I'm not quite the man I set out to be.      I'm a nonsmoker who started smoking.  I'm an anti-drug advocate who's smoked pot every day since '99.  I'm a drinker who drinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114558591713053725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114558591713053725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114558591713053725' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114497145203619773</id><published>2006-04-13T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:37:32.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Amazing Spider-Man and Other Adventures  Staring at the wall and looking at the Native American brethren that I'll never truly understand, I wonder what life will be like on Mars.  I stick my new Spider-Man stickers to the back of a cop car.  Some say the Green Party is broken, I just say it needs a tune up.     It's my goal to bring Guinness to Iraq.  So should it be every American.  If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114497145203619773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114497145203619773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114497145203619773' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114471822569518263</id><published>2006-04-10T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:17:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A CALL TO ARMS  It's funny how by definition, a cigarette either begins or ends any process.  If I start writing, I have a smoke to get into it.  If I end something, I have a smoke to celebrate.  It's an evil process and I just can't live with it.  That's why I've decided to write this letter to the little people out there, looking for a change.  I say meet me with torches and pitchforks on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114471822569518263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114471822569518263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114471822569518263' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114428760110854846</id><published>2006-04-05T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:42:31.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> v for president   There are a few films that everyone should see.  Schindler's List.  Casablanca.  Star Wars.  Another masterpiece has been beset upon us, one that rivals even the wild dreams of the best film school student.  This film is V For Vendetta.  Based on Alan Moore's startlingly prophetic graphic novel, V For Vendetta was brought to screen by the Wachowski Brothers.   Best known for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114428760110854846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114428760110854846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114428760110854846' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114299101226082109</id><published>2006-03-21T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:30:12.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AS IF WE WERE ONE  Tonite. I'll dream a little dream of you. Tonite. I'll hold you closer than I ever thought I could. Tonite. My arms will wrap around your body. Tonite. My dream will envelope you as if we were one.  Tonite. I'll tell you I love you. Tonite. I'll take a shot with you. Tonite. We'll smile and nod at each other. Tonite. My love will spread about you as if we were one.  Tonite. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114299101226082109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114299101226082109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114299101226082109' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114135479137980680</id><published>2006-03-02T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:59:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAGE AND IT'S EFFECTS ON ONE'S CRACKED COPY OF XP PROFESSIONAL  Somewhere in White Bear Lake there is a man jumping into frozen water.  A cheap thrill to say the least but one that always brings a tear to my eye.  When I reach such an old age, will my only excitement in life be to fling my half-dead carcass into some subzero lake?  Why am I asking this?  Truth of the matter is, I think of myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114135479137980680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114135479137980680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114135479137980680' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114073955364435668</id><published>2006-02-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:16:22.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTEWORTHY EVENTS AT   THE FALL OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA  The are three overt instances of complete calamity in our elected officials and the systems and processes that needs to be audited. Let's look at South Dakota.  The land of Mount Rushmore, Crazy Horse and Wal Drug.  Today, the South Dakota legislature proceeded to reject the law of the Supreme Court by passing a bill in regards to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114073955364435668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114073955364435668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114073955364435668' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114057670943502705</id><published>2006-02-21T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:51:49.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A SECOND FROM THE SURFACE:   LIVE AT (removed pending lawsuit)  Somewhere in St. Paul, on a dark corner in an unknown part of the metropolis, lurks a twisted monstrosity erected to the visage of pure metal, in all its unadulterated hardass attitude.  Fast, furious, and boozed to all holy hell.    This place is called  (removed pending lawsuit).  And on Sunday, a barrage of misfits, deviants, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114057670943502705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114057670943502705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114057670943502705' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-114048875584467723</id><published>2006-02-20T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:25:55.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TORINO 2006  Its been a long, cold, lonely winter and no came the 2006 Olympics.  Number 20.  Or XX for those not sophisticated enough to stop giving a shit about Roman crap.  These Olympics have all the glory of a trashy soap opera and the talent of bittersweet nothings.  Team USA looks like a bunch of high school students who excel at nothing but snowboarding and ironically enough curling.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114048875584467723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/114048875584467723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114048875584467723' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-113893994809337547</id><published>2006-02-02T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:12:28.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hark the 6th Ward and the Conquest of Zimmerman  Former Minneapolis City Councilman Dean Zimmerman has been indicted on 2 counts of Federal charges for bribery, adding to the stigma of the Green Party in the Twin Cities.  This is yet another example of the powerful DFL flexing its muscles to swarm over the Greens in a desperate revenge practice of insurmountable proportions.  Back in 2001, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113893994809337547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113893994809337547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113893994809337547' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-113756272557506258</id><published>2006-01-17T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:38:45.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A COMPLETELY RANDOM TIMELINE  Mesolithic Era Dogs are domesticated  795 Charlemagne sends an army across the Pyrenees in Spain  1554 Elizabeth I is a prisoner at the Tower of London  1610 Galileo discovers four moons around Jupiter, Io, Europa, Ganymede  and Callisto  1732 Colony of Georgia established by James Oglethorpe  1755 Charles Weisenthal invents the sewing machine.  1858 Abraham Lincoln </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113756272557506258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113756272557506258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113756272557506258' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-113653138336244353</id><published>2006-01-05T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:09:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOBO'S XMAS SPECIAL  It was a cold day in January, when Lobo rolled into Minneapolis.  He was on the trail of Hitmar Ateef Nachakarosa, a terrorist from the planet Geechitahh.  His bike rolled down Lake St., its engine rattling badass stylie.  The oblivious passerby paid no attention to the lack of wheels.  He flexed his muscles to the girls flashin' their titties.  It was a gangsta's paradise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113653138336244353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113653138336244353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113653138336244353' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-113393706550169447</id><published>2005-12-06T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:31:05.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>picketing the governor's mansion, dr. doom mobilizes the latvian national guard, an '88 ford ranger falls through the roof, bat-demons escalate the warfare, but sean connery brought the red october and saved the day, drop acid and listen to the beatles, my ripper blasts a hole in the m-1, bourgeoisies elements filter down through the transmission in india no such thing, sweet naughty lighters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113393706550169447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113393706550169447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113393706550169447' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-113048725554290111</id><published>2005-10-28T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:14:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Dr. Galore :   Thank you for taking the time to contact me regarding the Telephone Excise Tax Repeal Act of 2005 (S. 1321 / H.R. 1898) .   As you know, the federal excise tax on local and long distance telephone services was put in place in 1898 to help pay for the costs of the Spanish American War. This tax was intended to be a luxury tax but now, because the telephone can be found in most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113048725554290111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113048725554290111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113048725554290111' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-113020674713199783</id><published>2005-10-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:20:56.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A SECOND FROM THE SURFACE   Regardless of how I obtained the CD, the important the thing is to note that I first heard of this band, A Second from the Surface, by picking up a bumper sticker at my local liquor store.   Very little is known of their backstory, although there's some connection to North Dakota.  Al I do know, however is that one of the loudest, most immensely twisted metal acts in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113020674713199783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/113020674713199783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113020674713199783' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112942871032767537</id><published>2005-10-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:03:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      [html] As the bongload flails and a Final Fantasy fortune, the Live Wire taste sits at the back of my mouth, perched to strike its diabetic sugar rush to my soul.     [html]       Tao never makes any ado,  And yet it does everything.  If a ruler can cling to it,  All things will grow of themselves.  -Lao Tzu     [html]Deep in the jungles of Africa, a printing press thumps and roars of its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112942871032767537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112942871032767537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112942871032767537' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112909039804087066</id><published>2005-10-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:16:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADVERTISING TO THE CONVERTED   I'll tell you this--    Speaker of the House indicted.  LA burning.  Republicans in turmoil.  The Arctic has broken up.  And now this from our sponsor--    She had Lasik eyes, White Light teeth and Santa Anna's Leg.  She was perfect.  That's why I use Spartan cream.  Spartan Cream gives me the edge that I need to perform on those special occasions.  Like meeting the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112909039804087066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112909039804087066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112909039804087066' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112891437997723560</id><published>2005-10-09T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:19:39.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MINNESOTA EXPERIMENTS IN FASCISM     Berlin, 1938, Hitler began a new decree, the eradication of tobacco, beginning a slow process of banning tobacco in the Third Reich.  The smoking population was held hostage, having to obtain tobacco from black market sources, giving rise to new corruption.   Hitler believed tobacco was “the wrath of the Red Man against the White Man, vengeance for having been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112891437997723560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112891437997723560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112891437997723560' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112840081900983310</id><published>2005-10-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:40:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“A good journalist is not that important...” Neal Caputo   WELCOME TO THE FIGHT CLUB   Sex vs. Xbox 360  Evolution vs. Intelligent Design  Porky Pig vs. Daffy Duck vs. Leon Schlesinger  Chuck Jones fightin' for my time with my girlfriend  Miles vs. Tuskegee  24 vs. 7  Pure Inebriation vs. MADD  Adam West vs. The Incredible Hulk  Sean Hannity vs. The Black Nation  Students vs. Faculty  State vs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112840081900983310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112840081900983310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112840081900983310' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112788253237899480</id><published>2005-09-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:42:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL RUINED THE FUTURE OF MANKIND    OR    [THE GAME TO END ALL GAMES]   It was like some bullshit scenario, the quarterback fell to his knees and cried midfield.  The landmines had exploded above the players and incinerated most of the audience.   With no one to watch, he felt like a gladiator with no armor, just skin and bone, flesh for the taking.   That's when the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112788253237899480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112788253237899480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112788253237899480' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112737097576035381</id><published>2005-09-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:36:15.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOD BLESS SEPTEMBER   I was in a battle with Yuppies tonite.  I get the distinct impression that that will be an ongoing thing in my life, a sort of eternal war as it were.     God Bless Yuppies.   Played, like, 24 hours of Starcraft.  Fucked my head.     God Bless Starcraft.   The Sundays and Disturbed came on the tele.  I see a G Type Star as a Dyson's Sphere rolls down over my Solar System.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112737097576035381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112737097576035381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112737097576035381' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112677033983320983</id><published>2005-09-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:45:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> NASA TO QUIT ISS  NASA is set to pull out the International Space Station (ISS), according to Moscow Russian News and Information Agency Novosti.  NASA Administrator Michael Griffin told USA Today on June 22 that NASA could not fulfill its previous obligations to the program.  28 shuttle missions are still needed to complete the ISS, but with the new Bush Doctrine of Moon and Mars flights and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112677033983320983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112677033983320983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112677033983320983' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112564186239770933</id><published>2005-09-01T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:14:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANARKY FOR THE USA   We've just lost New Orleans.   Thousands of deaths, millions without power or water, billions of dollars in damages, one can truly say the deep South has been destroyed. From New Orleans to Biloxi to Mobile. A 90K square mile disaster area that only intensifies day after day.   Katrina brought us paranoia.  Gas prices up 25 cents already, 30% of US oil supply is cut off, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112564186239770933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112564186239770933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112564186239770933' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112460285375377809</id><published>2005-08-20T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:40:53.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Visit www.myspace.com/themobilehomeless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112460285375377809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112460285375377809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112460285375377809' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112460215154493473</id><published>2005-08-20T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:29:11.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OVERPOWERED BY FUNK THE OLD FASHIONED WAY   I think western social excess can best be epitomized by Queen Live at Wembley Stadium.  1986.  Their final tour.  Peak performance.  A crowd of infinity.  And Freddy Mercury sporting a Betty Boop shirt.   Individuality stretches across bounds few can pass.   Think about this years 4th of July.  Or as some refer to it...(quote)Independence Day(unquote).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112460215154493473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112460215154493473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112460215154493473' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112443005176950291</id><published>2005-08-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:40:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REVIEW: THE GEMINI COMPILATION VOL. 1   By Jason Galore   Featuring such remarkable talents as Valhalla Drive, Hallabaloo, and Undone, this compilation of Southern Minnesota music is astonishing and timely.   The sound touches on all fronts of modern psychadelia and romance with the down and dirty side of life.  Valhalla Drive pounds out three tracks of rockin’ twang reminiscent of Aerosmith on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112443005176950291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112443005176950291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112443005176950291' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112426273452322526</id><published>2005-08-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:15:22.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW   Since the redistricting of the Minneapolis political system, the Democratic-Farm Labor Party has taken up arms against the Green Party. The latest main event is the mayoral primary to be held on September 13.   While there are 12 candidates on the ballot, I've chosen to throw my meeger weight behind Farheem Hakeem, the Green Party candidate. R.T. “Big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112426273452322526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112426273452322526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112426273452322526' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112425347441845414</id><published>2005-08-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:37:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was just a shooting on my block. Sounds like 9 bullets. Small gun.  I'm standing by the window.  Can't see anything.  Anything at all.  Car just drove by.  I stand my ground, eyeing the spear in my corner.  I'll take those bastards.  Nothing they can do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112425347441845414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112425347441845414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112425347441845414' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112417640124942053</id><published>2005-08-16T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:17:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT IS THE DEAD SUPERPOWER?   Most people will never understand what it’s like to live in the Dead Superpower.  That is, since the majority of people never set foot in the United States.  But beyond that there is a certain truth that exists within every American—we are the keepers of something far more industrial than mere machinery, far more decisive than great battles.  We have an unerring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112417640124942053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112417640124942053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112417640124942053' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112404260069055613</id><published>2005-08-14T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:03:20.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ELOQUENTLY/SARCASTICALLY     It’s come a long way since I took Virginia Pulaski to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze.  At the time I was worried about how to sit, whether to put my arm around her or not.  Do I buy popcorn, soda, and candy?  Or do I go Dutch and let us both get our own or—why is this love thing so complicated?     Today, my worries have surpassed whether to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112404260069055613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112404260069055613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112404260069055613' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112296369316633568</id><published>2005-08-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:21:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Communist Party Convention Concludes   By Jason Galore   The 28th National Convention of the Communist Party, USA concluded on July 4, 2005 with the election of a new National Committee and the unanimous reelection of National Chairman, Sam Webb, according to a CPUSA Communications Department Press Release. Fourth of July weekend saw nearly 500 delegates from all fifty states meeting in Chicago </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112296369316633568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112296369316633568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112296369316633568' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112188009769062753</id><published>2005-07-20T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:21:37.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOOKIN’ FORWARD TO ITI woke up today and had to take the biggest leak of my life.It was at that time, when I was staring down into the center of the toilet water watching the splickety-splash of the urine impacting the surface that I realized that although it was not altogether pleasant, the one thing I could deal with when facing old age would be a bladder control problem.With heart disease, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112188009769062753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112188009769062753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112188009769062753' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112166852672151975</id><published>2005-07-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:41:10.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEFENDERS OF WILDLIFE SPEAK OUT AGAINST NAVYOn July 13, Defenders of Wildlife conservation group joined farmers and local officials from North Carolina at an event in Washington, D.C. to call on the U.S. Navy to re-examine five alternative sites in which it might build an outlying landing field (OLF) in North Carolina to support Super Hornet jet training, according to a press release.Since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112166852672151975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112166852672151975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112166852672151975' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112141381855264075</id><published>2005-07-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:50:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FAREWELL KIND SOLDIERS, THE DAY IS WONNow that X-Statix is done, I can feel a wrenching hole becoming vacant again in my mind—A gap that Peter Milligan and Michael Allred’s genius did a wonderful job of filling.Between brilliant artwork by Allreds and the up-to-date storylines Milligan, the series started at the end of X-Force was the most brilliant expose of modern culture yet laid down in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112141381855264075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112141381855264075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112141381855264075' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112132360003488226</id><published>2005-07-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:46:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE NEW JEFFERSONLike so many other things the United States government does, the latest installment of the new nickel series is one of the largest wastes of time and taxpayer money I have been privy to in my short existence in Amerika.The fact that this is the third in a series of newly minted coins worth a mere 5 American cents gives little hope for the future of our fair country.  If this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112132360003488226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112132360003488226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112132360003488226' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112123126289897677</id><published>2005-07-12T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:07:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAXING THE REVOLUTIONWent to a show in one of the last free venues in Minneapolis—my buddy’s house.  The party supported well into the hundreds and we tapped quite a few kegs. The party was in response to the state government shutdown of the Minnesota Care program.  Many of the state’s young uninsured women get their feminine medical issues addressed through this and other shutdown programs.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112123126289897677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112123126289897677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112123126289897677' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112059008140041842</id><published>2005-07-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:01:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STATEMENTS ON LOVE TOLD FROM A DEVASTATED PERSONALITY IN THE MIDST OF ITS GRASPLove.  Many many many many many many many many bits have been written about love.  What more can I say except to explain my thoughts?Love, while sometimes trivial and often fleeting, offers sensuality and emotional stability the likes of which you never experience otherwise.To touch another, closely and feel their body</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112059008140041842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112059008140041842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059008140041842' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112050178529439444</id><published>2005-07-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:32:31.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LEYMAN’S DREAMING OF A NEW SCIENCEDrinking Kingston rum, plum wine, and some sake. Eating chow mein. A bit of the workers’ relief.As fireworks go off in the background on the streets of my city, I’m drawn to the dreams of one Nikola Tesla.And I know that somewhere across the world, nameless scientists are working diligently on the methods and interpretations of the brilliant inventor Nikola </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112050178529439444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112050178529439444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112050178529439444' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112027662787335108</id><published>2005-07-01T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:57:07.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN THE MYNOCKS ATTACKWhere will you be when the Mynocks attack?Forever changing to your ancient ways.The chimp sat atop the high tower, finally after years of trial and error, he did it.  He reached the top.  From here you could see the riverbeds.  There he saw a man— The pizza delivery driver was in the ditch trying to decipher the coupon he was just given, when a giant spaceship flew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112027662787335108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112027662787335108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112027662787335108' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112019881199943969</id><published>2005-06-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:20:12.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY STATEMENTS ON ZACKZack DeLarocha is a fuckin sellout.  Besides selling to miniature skateboard companies, he sold out his fans.  He has been repeatedly silent (an oxymoron) abut everything from the breakup to Bush’s second term.  His voicelessness is his weakness.  Screw Zack DeLarocha.  Screw Zack DeLarocha in the goat ass.  Fuck him repeatedly, fuck him. Fuck him.  Fuck ‘em.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112019881199943969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112019881199943969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112019881199943969' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-112015099886656649</id><published>2005-06-30T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:03:18.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STREAM-O-CONSCIOUSNESS SPECTACULARBowl number fie of the day.Pope Benedict XIV comes to power.Smoke laws paralyze you as a human being just for persecution’s sake.I’m in the wrong business.  It’s all about being on ElimiDate.Cashed another bottle of booze.  UV Red mo fo.Southern Girls do the polka stage left.We line Douglas Adams up against the wall.  BANG!  One shot Lugar fuck.  He’s already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112015099886656649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/112015099886656649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112015099886656649' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111873192537972713</id><published>2005-06-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:52:05.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO THE THEME FOR TONITE IS SUBURBAN WARFAREBullshit at his moment I just saw shameless mother fucking advertising done by Seth McFarlane of Family Guy.  Apparently, this pigfucker is going to be on Esquire magazine this mother fuckin’ Friday.And he chose to air that on Family Guy on Cartoon Network to all of us rabid fans in his utmost peak.  Just to take advantage of his newfound millions.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111873192537972713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111873192537972713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111873192537972713' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111872700448514196</id><published>2005-06-13T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:30:04.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOST DEFINITELY A DETAILED STORY"How long will they kill our prophets,none but ourselves will free our minds. "– Bob MarleyI feel like the worst of sellouts.  Today I acquired cable and the internet for my abode, I bought a cordless keyboard and mouse, downloaded programs to make life easier, and at this moment I’m watching and quite enjoying another episode of Inuyahsa.  Sellout.  Sellout.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111872700448514196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111872700448514196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111872700448514196' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111855612635030138</id><published>2005-06-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:02:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jason Galore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111855612635030138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111855612635030138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111855612635030138' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111855555191080457</id><published>2005-06-11T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:52:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOTHER BRILLIANT REPRESENTATION OF NOTHING THAT EXISTSThe Minnesota state quarter is the mark of the infernal beast at work within our own infrastructure.  Behind the friendly face of George Washington lies the evil and corrupt visage of a falsified state record.  When one turns the quarter over, the viewer is privy to the most ghastly image imaginable—the ridiculous representation of the Land </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111855555191080457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111855555191080457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111855555191080457' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111724872874664510</id><published>2005-05-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:52:08.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOKIE HOOKIEOn May 19 at 12:01AM, it began.The BBC estimated an American economic loss of productivity of $60 million due to overnight showings of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.I myself, in a late in the game decision, decided to attend the midnite showing of Episode 3.  However the dozens of theatres I visited around the metro area happened to be sold out.  I realized at this time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111724872874664510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111724872874664510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111724872874664510' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111648375105543924</id><published>2005-05-18T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:22:31.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS THE BEST RECORD EVER FOR RIGHT NOW ANYWAYMe First and the Gimme Gimmes have released what is quite possibly their own “Frampton Comes Alive,” entitled Ruin Johnny’s Bar Mitzva.  The shtick for this latest outing is that the Gimme Gimmes play a live show for a young Jewish boy named Johnny on the day of his Bar Mitzva.Along the way we are privy to many delicacies, including Come Sail Away,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111648375105543924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111648375105543924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111648375105543924' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111482917459229353</id><published>2005-04-29T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:46:14.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mass AND LUNAIt’s a new day in 4 ½ minutes. Sage burning belly ringers on phone phone phone.mass carpenter riots overcome the trigger happy Red Lakers too traumatic to really accept.  Only pharmaceutical preparation and mass hallucination.Breeders breed and woodchucks chuck.The holodeck won’t quit mass production most definitely maybe on the kitchen table of life.  Transparent Translucent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111482917459229353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111482917459229353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111482917459229353' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111465722318652985</id><published>2005-04-27T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:00:23.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing the Blame Game with Smells Like Teen SpiritWhat happens if you wake up one morning and realize that instead of having yourself to blame you had an altogether different source, a shockingly obvious source, a source everyone looks to for the personification of sheer evil…music.  In this case, bad grunge music from the likes of Neeehrvaaana.  That’s what happened to me when the cocky yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111465722318652985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111465722318652985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111465722318652985' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111103194882724666</id><published>2005-03-16T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:59:08.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRESCRIPTION DRUG MASSACRE422K Americans are suffering from the unregistered side effects from prescription drugs.Some building collapsed at the corner of 24th and Hennepin right by the Alt.  The crowds were gathered and the fire department was present.  Books and knickknacks and a sofa littered the sidewalk.I rented Re-Animator, Bride of Re-Animator, and Beyond Re-Animator.  The ending video </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111103194882724666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111103194882724666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111103194882724666' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111085381515224139</id><published>2005-03-14T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:30:15.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE AFL ON NBCNov. 13, 1892 – William “Pudge” Heffelfinger, star guard for Yale’s football team, gets paid $500 and $25 for expenses, to play with the Allegheny Athletic Association against the Pittsburgh Athletic Club.  Professional football is born.June 8, 1966 – the National Football League merges with the American Football League, effectively creating a monopoly on U.S. professional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111085381515224139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111085381515224139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111085381515224139' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-111059891100518637</id><published>2005-03-11T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:27:50.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UBERYEARForget morals and enter the post-post-modern utopia of capitalist extravaganzas. Truth, fear, and distrust accompany bloodlust and carnage in a tax class festival of consumerism and privatization, specialization and globalization. Trends hit, fade, and resurge before the end of the work week. And as I plug myself into the online hypnotic, financial stigma, and working class heroics, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111059891100518637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/111059891100518637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111059891100518637' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110610177760842872</id><published>2005-01-18T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:29:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOCTOR WHO AND THE BIG TITTIED WOMENThere’s a television program known to only a select group of Americans. A show feared by girlfriends and revered by sci-fi fans worldwide. The longest running sf show in the history of the small screen - Doctor Who.With 26 seasons, a TV movie, 2 theatrical releases and a stage play, this serial sparked the imagination of generations.Now, Fox and the BBC </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110610177760842872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110610177760842872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110610177760842872' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110490262138665906</id><published>2005-01-04T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:23:41.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TUNAMI SURPRISEGirlfriend playing Final Fantasy X2.I stare at an oblique picture of Kurt Cobain at the Reading Festival.Superman’s busting shit up on the cover of a JLA.  I’m breaking up weed on the issue.Some tictacs litter the ground.I dream of Vonnegut nightmares and Marx fantastix.  Super worker’s parties unite but cause and exploding subconscious to radiate the planet’s surface.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110490262138665906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110490262138665906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110490262138665906' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110430726582445992</id><published>2004-12-28T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:01:05.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  THE DEATH OF DIMEBAG DARRELL AND OTHER SLIGHTLY NEWSWORTHY MATERIAL       Dimebag Darrell dead dropped by 5 shots damned Damageplan.       Bela Lugosi’s Dead.  Bad remixes piss me off.  Voddy/Grape/Fruit Punch.  Check you out.  Shot of voddy.       Buddy’s wedding the other day.  Been drinkin’ ever since.       The booze has set in.  Forties and the like spawn new ideas of madness, unconscious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110430726582445992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110430726582445992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110430726582445992' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110420103056635772</id><published>2004-12-27T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:27:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOGAN 5(As played to Flight of the Valkyries)My name is Logan 5. I am the Sandman that is going to kill you. You can run, you can hide, but the future will always catch up with you.Semper Fi.Its 2026. You watch with your beer belly holding you as the battle lines are drawn. The US preemptively strikes.We send Stryker Brigade after Stryker Brigade. We battle the rightist forces of Jack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110420103056635772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110420103056635772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110420103056635772' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110299879098799102</id><published>2004-12-13T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:33:10.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEIDI KLUM.  YUM.Watching the India Company’s Battle of  Fellujah.Listening to Floyd’s Final Cut, Green Day’s Kerplunk, Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All, and Stanford Prison Experiment.Reading In the Shadow of No Towers  by Art Spiegelman.54 Dead in Fellujah.Carbone’s Pizza.  Got Turkey Cacciotore.Vive le Bam at the Mall of America.RC Cola. Ditchweed.  Zig Zag Tobacco.  Got a miniature rose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110299879098799102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110299879098799102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110299879098799102' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110092067538341063</id><published>2004-11-19T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:17:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Utilitarianism or Praise Allah and Get Me a Coke!(samples by Marv Wolfman, Abu Masab al-Zarqawi, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Rick Young, and Amanda Ripley)utilitarianism (yoo-til' i-tare-a-niz'em) n. The philosophical doctrine that considers utility as the criterion of action and useful as good or worthwhile, esp. the doctrine that all moral, social, or political action should be directed toward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110092067538341063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110092067538341063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110092067538341063' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-110067667905679738</id><published>2004-11-16T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:31:19.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  THOUSAND NATION FITZ OF RAGE I rolled up a smoke from my pack of Bugler.       Watching Saved By the Bell.  Why have I seen every episode?       Yasser Arafat just died.  Funeral in Cairo.  Leaders of 35 nations to attend.  Burial in Ramala with his right side to Mecca.       I awoke this morning staring at the image of Skeletor.  He had his sword drawn and was perched in a perfect battle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110067667905679738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/110067667905679738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110067667905679738' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109656459193403291</id><published>2004-09-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:21:29.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BATTLE OF THE DANNIESCan you believe this shit?Danny Bonaduce is now hosting the Search for the Partridge Family. My favorite was the creepy ass old Danny. The one who got booted right away because he was a threat to national security.These yuppie spawn are just the harbingers of destruction yet to happen. Head my warning, oh insignificant little man. We are pawns in a global struggle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109656459193403291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109656459193403291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109656459193403291' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109637664967923631</id><published>2004-09-28T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T06:04:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH, YOU SILLY THINGBack when I was 18, 19, I was into this band. Not just a little into this band, I was obsessed. My music, my clothes, indeed my entire lifestyle was dictated by the members of the band and its snide culture.Decadence and decay. Filth and fury. This was the Sex Pistols.I would buy anything with the Pistols’ name on it. Any repackaged hunk of crap you’d like to sell me. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109637664967923631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109637664967923631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109637664967923631' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109388383978129405</id><published>2004-08-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:37:19.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WOP FROM HELL AND RUSSIAN TOBACCOI see her in everything.  In every face on the T-Vo screen, in every beautiful silhouette on trucker’s tire flaps.  She’s my dream in the night of a thousand dreams, some sonic boom to my ears from above the stratosphere.Write your local representative and senators and tell them to raise the margin requirements for speculators in the Energy Futures Market.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109388383978129405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109388383978129405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109388383978129405' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109343865663434759</id><published>2004-08-25T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T05:57:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SMOKING WINSTONS, SIPPIN’ ON SEAGRAMSLike any good paranoid Amerikan, I diverted from the realities of city life and took holiday in Battle Lake, MN.  Boating, fishing, tubing, campfires, reading, chatting, all the things that one does when not under the constant barrage of entertainment modern living gives you.Visit http://www.redcolony.com/fiction/030814.html There, you’ll find one of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109343865663434759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109343865663434759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109343865663434759' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109332165320728936</id><published>2004-08-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:27:33.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NAJAF AND THE COLLAPSING AMERICAN INFLUENCEThe city of Najaf is situated 160 km south of Baghdad and has a population of 560,000.  Comprised of low-level urban sprawl with arched brick buildings and rows of trees lining the streets.  Najaf is the spiritual center of Shiite Islam and home to the Shrine of Imam Ali Ibn Abi Talib, final resting place of Prophet Mohammed’s son-in-law.  The city is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109332165320728936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109332165320728936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109332165320728936' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109301369358851884</id><published>2004-08-20T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T07:54:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOT ENOUGH/TOO MUCH SLEEPI often have this dream where a giant Uncle Sam marches across Tokyo all Godzilla style.  He mangles the train cars, knocks over buildings, and not even the Japanese National Guard can stop him.Went to Bryant Lake Bowl for a Drag King Musical.  Drank Belgium beer.  It’s strong.Leaving for Battle Lake, hopefully make it to the Mdewakanton Sioux Pow Wow later this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109301369358851884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109301369358851884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301369358851884' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109284873985961884</id><published>2004-08-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T10:07:38.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THRASHING AND SCREAMING, I WILL NOT GO TO THE FUTURE QUIETLYThe backdoor draft of Operation Stop Loss continues amidst a lawsuit by one soldier, hellbent on not being forced into fighting for this regime.At the Shrine of Imam-Ali, Al Sadr’s forces continue to stand strong against Iraqi Security and US troops. An Iraqi delegation has given Sadr hours to decide if he will lead his militia to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109284873985961884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109284873985961884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109284873985961884' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109267395617873214</id><published>2004-08-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:32:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’M THE TYPE OF GUY THAT SMOKES POT ON A TUESDAYI’ve realized that the only thing worth watching on television is the national radar.  There’s no bullshit there, just facts.  Where else are you going to get that?Rock Against Bush volume 2.  Green Day, Bad Religion, OpIvy, No Doubt, Foo Fighters, Rancid, No Use For A Name, Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly, Yellowcard, Sleater-Kinney, Mad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109267395617873214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109267395617873214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109267395617873214' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109255503026201544</id><published>2004-08-15T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:30:30.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNTITLED #42Woke up on the lazy side of the bed today next to my ravishingly beautiful vixen of a girlfriend.  I got dressed, smoked a bowl, burnt some CDs and watched the Olympics for a couple hours.  Then I watched the Vikes kickoff.  Left for OCB.  Ate too much and stopped by the Pizza Luce Block Party.  Caught All the Pretty Horses.  My girlfriend bought a button and a bumper sticker.  Had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109255503026201544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109255503026201544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109255503026201544' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109223693077747057</id><published>2004-08-11T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T08:15:23.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MR. CHAPLIN, CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH I remember it rained for years and the blood, it left astain…--Brody Armstrong I wish I was a socialist.From each according to ability to each according to their need.It sounds like a novel system, better than this capitalist mumbo jumbo. Survival of the fittest is one thing. But survival of the rich is another. Some day a big wave will come and wash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109223693077747057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109223693077747057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109223693077747057' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109162903998626866</id><published>2004-08-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T10:33:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU BRING THE CHECK, WE’LL BRING YOU DESTRUCTIONThe motorcycle revs up and so begins 39 minutes and 17 seconds of nonstop madness. Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards new record, Viking, seduces the listener by at first becoming what you’d completely expect and twisting the sound around until Lars has you by the balls and won’t let go until he’s good and ready.Featuring volley after volley of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109162903998626866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109162903998626866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162903998626866' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109146959156318575</id><published>2004-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:01:11.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STORMTROOPERS IN MANHATTANToday, Bush touted about extending the Patriot Act, revising the 1947 National Security Act and monitoring WMD. But most importantly our fearless leader decided to create a National Intelligence Director, a sort of be all and end all of intelligence gathering. Not to mention the strange fascist parallels, this new SS will work with every facet of law enforcement, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109146959156318575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109146959156318575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146959156318575' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109119859684279107</id><published>2004-07-30T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T07:43:16.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THEY’VE GOT THE GUNS, BUT WE’VE GOT THE NUMBERS Having read Illinois State Senator Barack Obama’s Democratic National Convention speech a half dozen times, I’m still taken aback by this newcomer to the national political scene and the tremendous way he has with words.In this speech, he gave a brief biography of himself.  How his rise from a Kenyan born immigrant and a Kansas woman to State </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109119859684279107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109119859684279107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119859684279107' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109111179278006916</id><published>2004-07-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T07:36:32.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO ONE SOUNDS LIKE THE DOORSI checked out the marvelous 1970 record by the Doors, Morrison Hotel and all I can say is nice recovery.After their previous record, The Soft Parade, I was disposed to say that there was no way they’d ever make good music again, but I was definitely wrong.Morrison Hotel is vibrant with colorful metaphors and hard rockin’ blues.  Morrison excels with lyrics like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109111179278006916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109111179278006916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111179278006916' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109103348901748821</id><published>2004-07-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:42:51.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREAKOUT 1969So my friend hooked me up with a copy of The Soft Parade.  The Doors’ 1969 album sounds more like Chicago than a Jim Morrison vehicle.  Paul A. Rothchild goes over the top with lush horns and string arrangements, giving the bluesy rock of the Doors a very seventies early disco sound.  The record begins with Tell All the People, a Vegas style rocker with Morrison chanting his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109103348901748821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109103348901748821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103348901748821' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-109094349144394666</id><published>2004-07-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T08:52:56.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHITE MALES STROKE THEMSELVES, FILM AT ELEVEN Ripe for the conquest of America, the Democratic National Convention kicked off yesterday in grand modern pop ideology.  The whole scene resembled a cartoon from some surreal cable channel, flashing lights coupled with the icons of the left danced against images of daily life and a color scheme of red, white, and blue.The old guard spoke.  Jimmy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109094349144394666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/109094349144394666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109094349144394666' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108913034924997492</id><published>2004-07-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:19:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TABU, PLUSH, AND SINISTER URGESFriday, June 25 and the place to be was Tabu in the Warehouse District of Minneapolis.  The club was loaded with the sharpest looking guys and most attractive women in the Twin Cities.They were there for Josh Wink, a DJ of note who just released his latest album, 20 to 20.  I was there for the $5.75 gin and tonics.  Very strong.Plush and Sound in Motion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108913034924997492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108913034924997492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108913034924997492' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108912987779161194</id><published>2004-07-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T09:04:37.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’M GONNA CATCH ME A CHICKEN, COZ I’M A CHICKEN HAWKScurrying along in a little Ford Contour, we arrived at Battle Lake, in Central Minnesota near the nights sunset.The drive had been tedious, long bouts of meaningless highways interspersed with stops into dickwater towns where chicken hunts and beef jerky is the flavor of the week.  Seriously.  Chicken Hunts.In one such town, Brandon, near</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108912987779161194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108912987779161194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108912987779161194' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108866264946511516</id><published>2004-06-30T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:17:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TREGOCHEUptown, Minneapolis, is one of those places that everyone should attempt to live in during one’s life.  The area is spectacular.  Bars and restaurants interlace themselves with incredible stores and specialty shops.  To name drop a few, I recommend Chino Latino, Fu-ji-yah, and Milio’s Subs as the finest places to eat.  If you want to buy comics, look no further than Dreamhaven.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108866264946511516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108866264946511516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108866264946511516' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108862443207282106</id><published>2004-06-30T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T12:40:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MINISTRY OF SPACEThe final issue of Warren Ellis’ Ministry of Space at last arrived at the comic shop.  Two years in the making and I hate it.  It’s anticlimactic.  A great premise but a trite story.  The main character, Sir John, is responsible for establishing the British Space Program.However, he did some underhanded things to get it done like use the stolen Jewish money to pay for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108862443207282106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108862443207282106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108862443207282106' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108862433875044370</id><published>2004-06-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T12:38:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LUNA ON THIS DAY IN HISTORYThe moon is mesmerizing tonight.  A deep crescent of beauty, stunning and forever.  Tantalizing me, it stares with eyes so tumultuous.  Blending perception and all-knowing wonder.  Something of spinning life and yearning friendship.  It stands by so close even when we’re miles apart.  And I know that inside that dazzling crescent, it dreams of me as I sit and dream of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108862433875044370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108862433875044370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108862433875044370' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108792155319963336</id><published>2004-06-22T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T09:25:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A BREIF GLIMPSE AT THE LAST MOMENT OF A MODERN CIVILIZATIONThe hookah was shaped like a clown, bulging eyes and long tongue.  Its painted ceramic was full of blue hues and purple tubes.  They called it Henry and it was altogether the ugliest thing in the room.So, when it came crashing down it wasn’t the biggest disappointment to Eric or Angie.The big disappointment came when Eric looked out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108792155319963336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108792155319963336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108792155319963336' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108696257934575969</id><published>2004-06-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T09:28:08.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE DEATH OF THE 80'SMy first president died last Saturday.Although I was born into the Carter Administration, my childhood memories are of this old man with a grandpa smile and surprisingly slick black hair-- Ronald Reagan.  And as a child, I was oblivious to the inner-workings of Washington politics and scandals.  All I saw was someone who was running the country, always had run the country</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108696257934575969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108696257934575969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696257934575969' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108696119099747188</id><published>2004-06-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T06:46:49.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>METAL-MAGEDDONThe day was Tuesday, June 1 and at Lee's Liqour Lounge, the stage was set for the exploding, aggressive fury of Metal-Mageddon!Sponsored by NORMLMN and Source Emission Studios, Metal-Mageddon brought together some of the sharpest young talents in the Minneapolis music scene for one night of destruction and mass rebellion.I arrived sometime before the show began to buddy up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108696119099747188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108696119099747188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696119099747188' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108696040422995917</id><published>2004-06-11T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T06:27:28.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRUTH, FEAR AND THE PRECURSORThe Warriors of 9/11 march gleefully to their deaths.  This nation has become bored with its own Romanesque instincts.  I sit and drink cheap wine and listen to Dizzy Gillespie.  Superman's still dead.  Dan Jurgens killed him with the need to boost sales.  Our world was forever altered.  The hijacking of our childhood.Everything you can to keep her.  She gives you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108696040422995917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108696040422995917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696040422995917' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108555956580488785</id><published>2004-05-26T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T09:16:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOLK ONE, FOLK ALLThe last day of April.  Somewhere outside of the Twin Cities.  The sun was shining and the weather’s boring.  I was on my way to the 2004 Minnesota Folk Festival, an immaculate beacon of hope amidst a series of self-destructive, world-loathing summer festivals.The origins stem all the way back to the beginnings of time.  An era the elders refer to as the Sixties.  An age </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108555956580488785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108555956580488785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108555956580488785' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-108513418493042807</id><published>2004-05-21T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T03:10:29.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LETTER TO SECRETARY POWELLHaving just watched the horrible video footage of the latest Israeli Defense Force airstrike on the Rafa refugee camp in the Gaza Strip, I am convinced that our country must do everything in its power to end the Israeli occupation of Palestine.The viewer is privy to a very large explosion on a busy street corner decimating the building that once stood there and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108513418493042807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/108513418493042807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513418493042807' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-107036367286513050</id><published>2003-12-02T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T06:49:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARIS, OH SWEET PARISLike the rest of America, I’ve found myself increasingly consumed with Paris Hilton, the 22 year old debutante heir to the incredible Hilton fortune.Since her seedy sex tape was unveiled weeks ago, her name and image has exploded into a veritable cornucopia of publicity, driving both the media and the male population into frenzy.I’ve even gone so far as to scour the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/107036367286513050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/107036367286513050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107036367286513050' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-106923583763034699</id><published>2003-11-19T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T02:09:19.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHISTLIN' LIKE A FRUITBeing raised in the new American tradition of non-religion, I can’t help but question America’s moral values in confronting the gay and lesbian marriage debate.Massachusetts Courts have determined that the legislature has to rework its laws to make gay civil marriages legal and constitutionally just.  In the United States it’s necessary for anyone who has a significant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/106923583763034699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/106923583763034699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923583763034699' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046791.post-106820352551963255</id><published>2003-11-07T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T03:16:30.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEFENDING THE REPUBLICIt was early in the morning on Tuesday, November 4 and I drove sporadically through the wintry expanse on my way to vote for mayor of a small town I used to call home.  The snow had recently fallen, an Election Day tradition, so the commuters were mulling around the highways and byways for far too long.  I arrived in my hometown at 8:30 in the morning.  I keep an address</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/106820352551963255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6046791/posts/default/106820352551963255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadsuperpower.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820352551963255' title=''/><author><name>Jason Galore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802187352994455387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
