as close to an endorsement as you’ll ever get from your narrator
Monday 6 October 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
“The Choice.” Brings freaking tears to my eyes, dude.
He’s an indifferent campaigner, which I’m perverse enough to think speaks well of his intelligence. He’s trying to quit smoking. And he’s ahead. So can we just go ahead and get this done? Can we please, just for once, in our short excessively privileged white-ass lives, elect someone educated and smart and focused and reflective? Who can think and write and speak coherently all by himself like a big boy, without a small army of hissing assistants? Who isn’t coming on the intern or choking on pretzels or making disastrous judicial appointment or throwing up under the tables of foreign dignitaries or sucking off corporations or supplying crackpot dictators with arms and military training or slavering at the mouth about what parts of each other consenting adults place where or hiding sticky fingers from all her sweetie-pie crooked financial dealings or running for office when he has a documented life-threatening disease yielding a high likelihood that a complete fucktard will have to take over from him mid-term or in any other number of unspeakably unfunny ways reducing the pale, slender shadow of my passport’s already evanescent dignity? Not yet, anyway? Or at least not as badly as the others?
Please? So I can blog and/or conceivably THINK about something else?
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What’s worse, Arizona doesn’t participate in DLS time, which means you have to suffer it one hour longer than most every one else in the country.
I hope he wins as much as anyone. But before we prepare to welcome the Revolution, let’s remember that we’ve been promised all of this before.
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton%27s_acceptance_speech_to_1992_Democratic_Convention
I know, right?! Followed by that giving-Leaves-of-Grass-to-the-intern stuff (and preceded by lots of sweetie-pie deals)—to say nothing of the bombing-the-crap-out-of-the-Mideast stuff. Our disillusionment was bitter even in those days, and now—
Wait, do you mean “I hope he wins as much as anyone could hope for it,” or “I hope he wins as much as I hope anyone wins”? It’s because you love Israel more than Palin OR Biden, right? ;o)
And having admitted what a colossal waste of space Slick Willie turned out to be? WHAT A SPEECH! Goddamn.
Well, you can do what I did today in my blog and instead of thinking about the horrors of McCain/Palin, I thought about Jordan Catalano. I was going to be all political today but I watched a clip from “The View” where Elizabeth was bitching about Obama hanging around with terrorists and I thought I was going to have an aneurysm. You’re a better woman than I am my friend.
Yes, I’m rooting for anyone to win. I like winning regardless of political affiliation or ideology.
Oh, and ((Biden>Israel>Palin>Trip to Dentist)
“colossal waste of space Slick Willie”
yeah, but you gotta lo-ove the smooth talk (he says fearfully eyeing the MLK-esque rhetoric of BHO)
We get the leaders we deserve.
Outwardly brave and dripping with militarism, elbowing our way around this very small planet, we betray a deep cowardice. A deep grasping materialistic shallow fearful hesitancy and reluctance to put anything whatsoever up for grabs, a cringing spirit that just wants to be left the fuck alone. The Monolithic Centrist Party continues its quadri-annual ritual pre-installment primary campaign, deceiving us into thinking there even is a choice. There’s no public Left anymore (they’re all trying to democratize the classrooms of academe) and the Right has decided to go to bed with completely avaricious money grubbing fools and dumbfuck populist social conservative twits whose main agenda is to keep fetuses in wombs, dicks out of asses and Jesus in the schools.
The corporate oligarchy that runs the US and much of the global economy with an iron fist guarantees that we’ll have endless fizzy drinks, cheap mattresses, huge televisions, land-cruising behemoth personal transportation, plenty of fat and trans-fat and palm oil and more fat and enough distraction to amuse Jeremiah at the end of the world. The national debt skyrockets out of control, the deficit revs beyond all bounds, banks collapse, paper assets vanish, retirement funds collapse and no one takes it on the chin, no one falls, no one falters who actually had a hand in the mess. All this on the leading edge of a massive oil and food shortage, expanding dead zones in the oceans, climate change melting the polar sea ice and increasing worldwide poverty and disenfranchisement in the name of globalization.
I’m glad Obama is ahead in the polls. But we’re fucked.
Aaaand there you have it, folks. Nothing to see here, just mooove along.