Me and USAISC

Dang it - USAISC Headquarters showed up in the stats again.  I guess Homeland Security is perusing the blog which is kind of cool. I haven't noticed any particular military activity for a while, and the first time USAISC appeared, they came from a yahoo email link so I swore my ex-boyfriend that blogstalking narcissist turned me in on account of Assholes Great and Small.  I guess he's still pissed about that, but honestly, I warned him about acting like his invisible friend was blogstalking me - and then I stumbled across the eight page Google trail he left looking for a woman with a flaming red bush from coast to coast when he was still married.

Actually, he probably is still married even though his wife kicked him out before he and I started dating (just to clarify, I don't do the Married Man thing which is why I ditched that salacious flirt from Match. Something about the way he corresponded reeked of Married).  I will always be grateful that the Narcissist provided me with an opportunity to process a life time of anger at abusive men, and truly, I'm sure his ego is alive and well and tormenting everyone within fifty yards.  But back to USAISC: United States Army Information Systems Command.  This time, they came from Clarksville, Tennessee.  Last time, from somewhere in California.  Miscellaneous military types float through the stats occasionally, but I like these guys best because they sound so Official.

I guess somebody in their office is tracking people who posted the "button" for the Stop the Machine! action on October 6.

I put it in the sidebar yesterday, I think.  Of course, I could be wrong.  They may be tracking The Oath Keepers.

While I was doing a bit of research on the event, a Facebook friend who said he was on the steering committee told me that he withdrew his support for the Stop the Machine organization because the Oath Keepers were trying to co-opt the October 6th action for their own purposes.

The Oath Keepers wouldn't be the first group of second amendment enthusiasts who pulled shit to get on TV.  The FB friend, though, is seriously concerned that somebody will wind up getting shot. Naturally I called Woody to find out what he knew about the Oath Keepers.  He said they were tough customers who like to shoot Negroes and Hippies. I asked Worldwide Hippies' Joe about his thoughts on the Oath Keeper threat.  He says security around the White House area is at least as tight as when George W was in office, and maybe even tighter although it may not be as visible.  Barack likes to keep a low profile even if he is just as into surveillance as J. Edgar Hoover.

Although I doubt they'll do more than make a lot of noise, the whole idea of Oath Keepers made me think that I should not even consider going to Washington DC by myself.  I didn't want to go by myself anyway.  I wanted that Abilene Steve to come along and bring his video equipment so we could hang out on the periphery and document any altercations.  Sadly, he seems to be content to keep his distance so I didn't broach the subject.  I'm afraid that I farted on him in my sleep or something, although he was kind of remote and reserved when he got here, and there was no farting involved at all whatsoever.  Maybe he's just pooped because he spent an extra long Fourth of July weekend drinking wine and carrying with a bunch of his old buddies for his 65th birthday at some outdoor concert in Wisconsin.  Or it could be that he's simply not into the idea of an ongoing relationship.  The way he looked at me when he was leaving and told me to take care of my boy was sort of like the "I'm a Loner" speech Pee Wee gave Dottie in Pee Wee's Big Adventure except in a Western where I'm a School Marm and Abilene Steve is off to find some Shaman with a bag of peyote seeds.

Pee-wee: There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand. 
Dottie: I don't understand. 
Pee-wee: You don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel. So long, Dott. 

I don't have a clue what's in his mind, but I'm not ready to settle into a relationship right this minute either.  Granny always told me not to get off at the first bus stop.  It's a drag, though, because I really liked him, and it would have been fun to document The Resistance especially now that Joe is sending me Worldwide Hippies Press Credentials and everything.  But that will be fun in any case.

Woody and Joe are into the idea of going to DC, and if we really decide to do this thing, we'll make a party of it for sure.  Maybe I'll get a cheap suite at a nearby fleabag hotel and host a happy hour for hungry activists with cold cuts and PBR.  I'm jazzed because when I asked for information via the Stop the Machine website, Dr. Margaret Flowers herself wrote me back.  She even liked the bit I did on Worldwide Hippies News & Stuff today (I'm just after 4:20 as usual).

I'm also excited to go because my current hero, Lee Camp, is supposed to be there. He was totally involved in the Geurilla Theater action at Lincoln Center where Rev. Billy Talen distracted the crowd in the plaza while a couple of guys climbed up on a ladder and posted a giant sticker over David Koch's name on the Ballet Theater that read: I'm the tea party's wallet.

Here he is in one of his Moment of Clarity videos talking about that night:



I think he's wonderful - but I believe he's married.  I'm sorry to say that I really do seem to be turning into Sally from The Dick Van Dyke show.  This dating thing is getting me down.