Time to clean out the friends page and a weird dream

So, it's time to clean out the friends page again. The fact is that I have 66 friends and spend ALOT of time reading through people's LJ posts, especially since so many of you post daily or more than once a day. It's gotten to the point where, honestly, I've been skimming alot of people's LJ.
In order to address this problem, I have cut a few people from my friends list.
If I've cut you and you are upset, I humbly apologize, but I really need to cut down the amount I read per day and this is the best way I know of.

In other news, I want to post, for my own remberance if nothing else, a truly fuxx0red up dream I had last night.
I don't know if this one ACTUALLY means anything or is just a pop-culture playground for my mind, amusing itself before I need to awaken.
In this dream, I was a superhero of some kind. I don't know what all my special powers were, but I COULD fly and I had super speed. I was working with, I believe, the police to help stop some supervillian from killing people in my town. I'd like to note that the "town" was a set of hallways in a building and each "house" a window in the hall peering in. Something like a carnival stand on a midway.
The culprit whom I call Kirby for something that happened near the end of the dream, lived in the town a long time and knew the people there. In fact, he knew them VERY well since he'd gone through their trash and read their old letters. The victims were all people who had, at one point, written about thinking of committing suicide or contemplating death.
Apparently, one of Kirby's super abilities was shape shifting, as he always got away from crime scenes by disguising himself. The police felt he was disguising himself as a hooker.
I'd like to note that somewhere in the dream this all became less real and became, instead, a roleplaying game GMed by my friend Todd in real life. In note of fact, somewhere in the dream, it became the Day of Light (a day he, himself, created in his calendar for the campaign I'm in.)
Anyways, I knew who the next victim was, as did the police. It was Mrs. Weasely. The police and I visited her and her neighbors and ended up confiscating their computers to look for clues on who Kirby might really be.
Across the hall from the Weaselys and their neighbors, a bunch of other people were roleplaying (at this point in time, this was all a roleplaying game of some sort). Possibly LARPing and from their end of the hall, I heard Puddle of Mudd's "She Hates Me". I was suspicious of them, but I didn't know why.
Anyways, I get suspicious about Mrs. Weasely and go and check on her. My suspicious were correct and she was gone, but her neighbor's monkey was forced to leave a message for me on a Palm Pilot. The words themselves meant nothing. They were just random wordage, but the capital letters, when read down, said "RoollerRooster" (which I'm sure meant something, really!)
I flew down the hall, checking out the LARPers I'd been suspicious of when some little kid grabbed my foot. As he grabbed my foot, I could no longer move and he said/sang "I hate you" along to Puddle of Mudd. Suddenly I knew it was Kirby (or at least, in part, Kirby). Two more kids appeared and went through a hole that was suddenly there in front of me. And from that hole, I heard a deep voice call my name. I knew if I went in alone, I'd die. So I turned around and called for backup. I turned around again, and the hole closed and I saw Kirby (from Nintendo Kirby) jump out and disappear (hence the name Kirby).
The police and other heroes arrived, but alas, it was too late. Mrs. Weasely was gone.
And then I woke up.

Bloody odd, yes?

You are joking, right?

Unfortunately not.

Apparently New York's Representative Charles Rangel has introduced a bill to Congress to reinstitute the draft.
His reasonings are, in part because he wants to jolt Americans into realizing the import of a unilateral strike against Iraq (which I can agree with. The fact remains that no matter what the military says, a strike against Iraq will get messy. People will die. KIDS, by and large, will die.)
His second reason, on the other hand, I think I despise him for. He suggests that the majority of the armed forces is filled with minorities and poor people and that, if a war with Iraq were to happen, then rich white kids would have to serve to.
What I don't understand is... is this how you need to make your message heard? By even SUGGESTING reinstituting the draft?!?!
And, as for point two, feh! The people in the armed forces now, whether they be minorities or poor or whatever CHOSE to be in the army. No one forced them in. Hence, I have no issue with them being the one fighting the wars.

Luckily (and scarily), Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld is coming to the rescue by disagreeing and suggesting that the cons of mandatory militart service still outweigh the pros.
But FEH!
I mean, I understand this guys message... but as an average American, I am NOT fighting in a war I don't agree with. That's not even FUNNY! Make your point another way.

Perhaps a fairer bill would be (not that this would ever happen) a selective draft. Only the children and/or grandchildren of those who are for a strike in Iraq should be forced to go to service. Perhaps that's too difficult to enforce, though. How about the family members of those in office who support a strike on Iraq.
My mother tells me a story about my grandfather and uncle. My grandfather USED to be Pro-Vietnam until the draft was called into action and his son, my uncle, Jeff was early on the list of draftees. I think Jeff got off because he was going to college, however it turned my grandfather arounhd immediately once he realized he might have to bury his own child for a war so many miles away.
This is why I'm against a strike against Iraq. It's all so BLOODY STUPID. I honestly truly believe that the only reason there's talk of a strike against Iraq is because Big Daddy Bush failed 10 years ago in operation Desert Storm.
I understand the war against terror. Al Qaeda brought... is still bringing.. the war to us. We need to do what we can to destroy Al Qaeda, but that war will be fought, I suspect, mostly by secret ops and intelligence communities, not our armies.
But how can you justify going after Iraq while the UN has found nothing there and while North Korea is saying "Yes, we have Nuclear Weapons and you can't do nothing about it." (Not that I want to see us go after North Korea either. This is something the UN should be handling, not just the US.)

Um... where was I?
...
I guess I'll just post.

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