Suburban Guerrilla

It’s that time again! If you can afford to help, please do so. I appreciate each and every contribution.

A very famous song about marriage by Carly Simon. I can’t quite believe I’ll ever want to get married again, but my astrologer friend April, who’s made a study of these things, assures me I have several classic marriage indicators at the end of this year. And you know, it makes me a little nervous. I can’t quite decide whether it would be a good thing:

Davy, Mike, Peter and Mickey:

Mary Chapin Carpenter:

The boys:

The Monkees:

Prop 8 ruled unconstitutional. More later tonight, I’m going out.

It took me a while to get familiar with all the stories, but I’ve read them now and I don’t think she’s guilty of anything. But once again, Democrats are eager to throw one of their own under the bus without any proof. (ACORN, anyone?)

And yes, it’s a little odd that there’s always a much higher set of standards for black politicians. In white politicians, corruption is treated like an asset. It means you’re someone to be taken seriously! (i.e John Ensign.)

I want the Democrats to do this. I really do.

Oh noes, but what will happen to the Democrats when they’re in the minority?

I’ll tell you: Voters will see what happens when the Republicans get their way. Democracy! During the Bush era, Democrats fought hard to modify the worst of the Republican abuses because, well, they wanted to make it not as bad.

How long do you think it will take voters to figure out which policies they want to support?

Besides, I do believe elections have consequences. As it stands now, Democrats get to hide behind Republican obstructionism and I’d like to see an end to that.

I knew it was bad, but since my father died of pancreatic cancer, this news has a particular resonance with me. So this is it: time to get serious about my sugar addiction.

Believe it or not, I’m a lot better than I used to be; when I was growing up, I lived on sugared cereals and cups of tea with four heaping spoonfuls of sugar in each one. (Now I only use half a teaspoon.) I switched to organic sugar years ago, and that was an improvement.

But am I healthy? Nope. And sugar takes its toll (if I have a glass of limeade — one of my very favorite drinks — I’m literally drunk from it. I actually stagger and feel like I’m going to pass out). Sugar makes me sleepy, inert, exhausted.

So I’m declaring it publicly, because it has to end. Today I had my last Pepsi. Ever? God, I hope so. And I have to stop eating all the processed foods with the high fructose corn syrup, because I’m not ready to die just yet.

I hope some of you will join me. I will report on my progress, and maybe we can support each other:

Aug 2 (Reuters) – Pancreatic tumor cells use fructose to divide and proliferate, U.S. researchers said on Monday in a study that challenges the common wisdom that all sugars are the same.

Tumor cells fed both glucose and fructose used the two sugars in two different ways, the team at the University of California Los Angeles found.

They said their finding, published in the journal Cancer Research, may help explain other studies that have linked fructose intake with pancreatic cancer, one of the deadliest cancer types.

“These findings show that cancer cells can readily metabolize fructose to increase proliferation,” Dr. Anthony Heaney of UCLA’s Jonsson Cancer Center and colleagues wrote.

“They have major significance for cancer patients given dietary refined fructose consumption, and indicate that efforts to reduce refined fructose intake or inhibit fructose-mediated actions may disrupt cancer growth.”

Or Afghanistan. We’re America, war is what we do!