You may have noticed that acidbitch is mostly gone. Apparently some officials at the University I attend have a problem with my adopted cyber name and the fact that I want to be a social worker.

I'm still processing all of this. It's what social workers do. We process. Social workers used to light fires and confront social injustice, but now we think scholarly thoughts and we process the shit out of things.

The web site will be back. I have to get rid of all of these annoying frames and figure what kind of content would be acceptable and not piss off the anals of academia. Oooops. Typo.

I need a refresher course on HTML. It's been awhile. Sorry.

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In the meantime, here are some nice headlines from the lib-rul (you have to say it like it's a bad thing) media:






[The American Civil Liberties Union - Safe and Free in Times of Crisis]




Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! --- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime --- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. "It is sweet and honourable to die for one's country." -- Wilfred Owen, homo & poet
Killed in the trenches of WWI







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