The fight against cancer is something that's near and dear to my heart, and those of people in my family. Two members of my family are doing something about it.

Tomorrow, here on Massachusetts' lovely North Shore, the North Shore Medical Center will be holding their annual cancer walk, to raise money for cancer research.

Who's walking? Not me, sorry--my knees can't make it 6-plus miles :-). However, my mother, a breast cancer survivor herself, has walked for the past few years.

This year, she gets company.

This is an offensive diary!

Somebody died and I'm going to shit all over him! Yeah, he sucked. I don't care if you're in mourning, he sucked.

Now, fill this diary with 1000 comments. Go write seventeen diaries about how offensive I am. Twelve more about how Kos should ban me, and oh why don't we have the smite button? Ninety-eleven comments pleading for the almighty smite button.

In diaries praising the dead guy, don't forget to link to my offensive diary as evidence that "half the site" is crude and classless and should "grow the fuck up" or something. Because, you see, I speak for half of DKos.

Boy, is this the best place ever to be an Attention Whore, or what?

She's got one. A big fat huge one. If she chooses to take it.

I've realized this, because I have a memory.

Disclaimer: I'm not a fan of Hillary, I never have been, and I think that Bill did enormous damage to the Democratic party. So, yes, one can take this as the "advice" of a non-supporter if one wants to :-). But she does have a chance to become something very special. She's got the smarts and the perseverence to do it.

Right now? She's a senator without much in the way of accomplishment, she's polarizing with huge fans and huge negatives, she lives on name recognition which cuts both ways, and she just fought a very divisive battle which came close to splitting her party apart.

However, the same could've been said about another Senator, except even more so, 28 years ago.

That Senator was, of course, Ted Kennedy.

In his fine diary today, PapaChach muses again about his late wife, makes me get all misty (wry grin), and includes an excellent song.

Got me thinking about my brother, and excellent songs.

When I got to California for his funeral last October, my sis-in-law had a request. They needed three songs for the service. She'd picked two. Her request to me: pick the third, and it has to be an REM song.

Which was fitting.

...and it's gotta be a good one. Because this is going to be the worst mother's day of my mother's life. It's going to be the first MD she has two children instead of three.

And it gets worse. Mother's Day is 5/11. The day before, 5/10? That would've been my brother's 40th birthday if he hadn't died at 39.

My mother would prefer to be out in CA, with my sis-in-law and the three grandchildren, on that weekend. That's not possible, however: my sister is graduating from law school the following Sunday. Mom and Dad will be staying in Boston for that. (They're heading for CA the next day).

Back when I was 20,which was 1985-ish, I was attending the Boston campus at the University of Massachusetts. I lived (and still do) in a suburb about 20 miles north of Boston. UMass-Boston is a commuter campus, and parking sucked, so I did the train-subway thing.

I had a friend, Leisa, who lived in Boston--Jamaica Plain--and drove to school most days. We occasionally hung out together. One fine spring day, we decided to go hang out at the beach at Castle Island in South Boston.

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I'm no newbie, I've been here since '04. And I'm no kid, I'm 43. And I'm not an Obama-worshiper; I like him, I was proud to vote for him, but I would've voted Edwards or Dodd if they'd been HRC's main competition on Super Tuesday.

But I don't understand how anybody who's been here since, oh, at least 2006, could be for Clinton.

Because, aren't these the gates we're supposed to be crashing?

Think about it.

The short answer: because Reagan was a trojan horse. He was the Stealth Wingnut. He got people to vote for him that would've been appalled by his ideology if he'd run as an ideologue. The man was, when elected, the most conservative president since, oh, Hoover. He might still be, depending on how conservative you think Dubya is. He created a sea-change in the definition of American Government, in a way that still reverbates today. But he didn't run that way.

So, whither Obama?

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I am transgendered. And I'm pissed off.

This diary is partially a vent; but I hope there will be at least a wee bit of educational content.

First of all, I think we need to talk about a few definitions. TG, TS, transman, transwoman, what does it all mean? Talking about that may help some of you realize where I, and others here, are coming from.

Follow me over the flip.

In Krugman's column today (and Times Select is free this week), he says this:

Moreover, the new Democratic majority may well be much more effective than the majority the party lost in 1994. Thanks to a great regional realignment, in which a solid Northeast has replaced the solid South, Democratic control no longer depends on a bloc of Dixiecrats whose ideological sympathies were often with the other side of the aisle.

I have some thoughts about this. Follow me to the flip:

Back when Maron and Riley had "Morning Sedition" on Air America, they did this thing called The Liberal Confessional, where Maron would 'confess his liberal sins' to Riley. It was usually funny, and often incisive. I remember one when Maron's confession was, "I'm really a lazy-ass about recycling." I could relate to that one.

But I've got a really big one. So, I'm here, confessing my big fat liberal sin. It's this:

I'm finding it very, very hard to give a crap about Darfur.

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A Texas high-schooler has been denied a place in the Texas all-state choir.

Not because he can't sing. But because, using his falsetto range, he sings soprano.

And boys can't be sopranos, don't you know.

Somebody better tell Frankie Valli that.

Story is here.

As most of you know, I'm a writer. And I've actually written a bit about abortion. This is fiction, yes, but this--plus the real-life kicker at the end--is my response to "Why men don't get veto power."

It happened in my big epic novel. Sophia and Warren were sophomores in college when she discovered she was pregnant. Long-term relationship--since freshman year in high school--not without its ups and downs but very stable by that point.

Sophie suspected, but was in a bit of denial. When she could no longer ignore the symptoms, she got a pregnancy test. It was positive.

Her first instinct? Abortion.

Read on.

The Emergency Contraceptive Act is expected to reach a vote in the MA state senate soon.

NARAL is sponsoring a 'write your state senator' campaign. It's here.

There are two things this bill will do: first, it will mandate that emergency rooms have Emergency Contraception on hand for rape victims. Second, it will allow pharmacists, after going through a training course, to dispense EC without a prescription.

It's a good bill--another way to make it easier to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, and with less hoops for the woman to run through.

I urge any Kossacks from MA to follow the link and send a letter off to your state senator. I've done so. Fred Berry's good on choice, so I'm sure he's amenable to this--but it doesn't hurt to send the letter.
 

Rather, it's about some of the discussions stemming from the pie ad, and some thoughts I've had.

First--I like sports. And my liking of sports is not gender-specific.

I've spent a lot of the past week or two watching the Women's Softball College World Series. ESPN's shown a lot of it. It's been very entertaining. Last night was the final game, the deciding game in the best-of-three championship, between Michigan and UCLA. Great game, went into extra innings, and Michigan won with a three-run dinger in the 10th inning. As pure athletic competition, it was thrilling. And that's the main reason I watch it. It's the same as watching the Baseball College WS, which starts next week. The exact same thing. Great athletic competition.

Mostly. Because if I told you I didn't also enjoy watching good-looking athletic women run around the bases, I'd be absolutely fucking lying to you.

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One of my favorite hockey players of all time, ol' Number 8 of the Boston Bruins, Cam Neely, was elected to the Hockey Hall of Fame yesterday.

Cam had to wait for a while, as his career was prematurely ended by injuries, so it was shorter than the usual Hall of Fame career. But, man, he could play. He invented the hockey version of the 'power forward'. He could score, yes, absolutely; and he could pass. But he could also go into the corner and take your head off with a devastating body check. He'd also drop the gloves if he had to. Before Cam, there were 'physical, checking forwards' and there were 'offensive scoring/passing forwards'. Cam was both. He was a force; and, man, was he just flat-out fun to watch.

But it's what Cam has done since his career ended that's important, and why I'm bringing Cam to your attention today.

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Since everyone else is doing it <G>.

My name is Frank Downey. I am a liberal democrat and I am not hostile to faith.

What I am hostile to is attempts to give only certain expressions of
faith primacy in our system of laws.

I am a Unitarian-Universalist. Our church was formed in 1961 by the
merger of the Unitarian and Universalist churches in America, but both
of our 'father' churches have a long and illustrious history in the
USA.

A number of distinguished Americans from the years of our Nation's
birth were either Unitarians or Universalists. These include John
Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Paul Revere, and Daniel
Webster. Unitarians and Universalists are present throughout our
history.

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However, in this case, it was clearly the fault of the so-called 'fan'. And I say that even though the jerk was a 'fan' of the Red Sox, and the athlete in question was a New York Yankee.

This just happened, in the eighth inning of the game between the Sox and the Yanks tonight. The game had been tied 5-5 until this inning. Renteria hit a double to drive in Damon for a 6-5 lead, then someone else walked, which brought up Jason Varitek.

Varitek clubbed one down the right field line. For those of you not familiar with Fewnay Park, the wall from the foul pole to straight-away right is a long curve. Balls can get caught in that curve and just hug the wall for a while. That's what happened to Varitek's hit.

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