My sis asked me if I was planning to move to Canada if Mitt "I'm smiling to hide my death-ray apparatus behind my eyeballs" Romney wins this Tuesday and gets into the White House. It's a fair question, but I don't think it will be too bad if Mitt gets in.
George W. Bush set the bar pretty damn high when it comes to presidential incompetence. I think any idiot with half a brain could do a better job than that peckerhead.
No, the election isn't bothering me too much, not because I think it'll be a slam-dunk for my boy Barack (I wouldn't put too much stock in white people forgetting how much they hate black people when they get into the voting booth in certain states, including my own), but because in the grand scheme of things, it's rare that anyone beyond the people who have to deal with a new president (Congress, the media, DC's finest escort services) are directly affected by such a sea change. And when they are, brother, it's because either the guy in charge kicks ass (FDR, JFK) or because he kicks ass in a bad way (Harding, Nixon, Dubya).
Just go out and vote, dammit. No matter who you're voting for (even if you're writing in "Ron Paul"), you don't get to bitch and complain about it for four years unless you do. Obama is the first president I helped to elect (I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm the one white guy in Oconee County who voted for him in '08), and while I don't think he's done a super-fantastic job, he's not the root cause of the dysfunction in this country.
Big pause:...we all are the reason.
Think about it: we live in a culture of instant gratification. You send an email or a text message, you expect a prompt response (even if the person you're sending it to is in the middle of operating on someone's heart). You want your food and you want it now, and waiting an extra 2.5 seconds is un-freaking-acceptable. I'm just as guilty of it as the next guy (especially the texting part: anyone who has the misfortune to have given me their phone number after I discovered texting can testify to this). We are often the cause of our own misfortune.
So I don't blame Obama for my shitty economic outlook (he wasn't the one who got me fired from the library, for instance. That was Classic Trevor Self-Destruction). Though I do blame him for my shitty romantic outlook: all the women I fall for are in love with him.
Just kidding...anyway, Donald Trump has gone a long way towards proving that, when it comes to jackasses, there's not a lot of difference between him and the much-poorer guy who says stupid-ass things to get attention (such as your humble blogger). In case you didn't hear, he made some bullshit threat for Obama to release his college transcripts and he'd donate five million to the charity of Obama's choice. Here's a thought: give that five million to New York, New Jersey, and the surrounding burroughs affected by Hurricane Sandy. Then shut the fuck up.
You'd be doing the world a favor if you got rid of that comb-over as well, Trumpy.
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