September 20, 2012
Everyone is freaking out about Romney’s video, about what a big scary jerk he is for saying something that, hey, not only needed to be said but has been said repeatedly in the comfort of many living rooms all over this nation. At least Romney had enough balls to admit to it (even if it was to a roomful of rich elitist cunts).
Are there people who leach off the system? Yep. Do those people vote? Yep. Who do they generally vote for? The ones who promise to keep that nipple shoved right in their greedy, entitlement-riddled mouths. And who, exactly, are those promise keepers? The ones who espouse big government and who continue to sell the snake-oil-soaked myth that government is there to help people.
I say, anyone who believes that the intention of government, big or small, is to help people are fooling themselves.
Hasn’t the welfare state shown beyond any doubt that it provides absolutely no incentives whatsoever to recoil from that poisoned breast?
Oh, and in case you were wondering – it should also be clear that the intention of government is to grow the government. Period. For these pukes in suits, it’s about job security. Power. Control. Self-importance. They have ideas that they want to propagate through the womb of democracy. Oh well, good for them. Penn Jillette said it best: “I don’t know what’s best for everybody. I don’t even know what’s best for myself!”
I’m sure you’ve heard some equivalent of the following: “If we just elect the right people, everything will be okay.” What utter self-deluding bullshit!
The irony about the Repugs and their high-and-mighty condemnations of big government is that they themselves are part of the problem. On the other side of the aisle, the problem with the Republicrats (how quickly people forget that the U. S. of A. is a republic and not a true democracy in any sense of that word) is that they are just as guilty of the high-and-mightiness of which they accuse their Repug counterparts. They should all be leaving people the fuck alone to screw up their lives any way they see fit. (The ban in NYC on large sugary drinks comes to mind — more on this in a future post. Sorry I’m all over the place — I’m just out of practice.)
I actually find Romney’s after-the-fact hemming and hawing to be much more offensive, that he’s not willing to fully own what he said in what was probably one of the most honest moments the man has had in his career. If you’re a politician running for the highest office in the country, you have to be willing to say to an entire nation what you would say to a roomful of like-minded assholes. Oh, but wait – politics is all about wearing many faces to many people. Dishonesty. That’s precisely why I don’t even participate in the democratic process anymore.
i.e. I don’t vote.
There has been no candidate worthy of my support. (The only reason I voted for Obama in 2008 — which, incidentally, was the very last time I voted — is because he wasn’t McCain/Palin. When the only choice is, most often, the lesser of evils, how can a system like this sustain itself?) The fact that this man Romney, and Obama, and the many men (and some women) like them, want to assert some authority over me, tell me what I can or cannot do, think, say, and then dare to tell me that it’s all in service to my better interests – that’s reason enough for me to suspect them and to suspend any trust in their leadership skills.
If I wanted to willingly submit to that kind of bullshit, I’d start going to church.
April 16, 2009
I live in the idyllic setting of northern New England, where crystal clear bodies of water and serpentine rivers rest beneath snow-capped mountain peaks and dense forests. This setting, of course, brings all kinds of tourists to the area, and the particular region in which I reside enjoys a certain year-round tourist appeal – skiing in the winter; hiking, boating, etc. in the spring and summer; leaf peeping in the fall. But the one tourist-driven activity that seems to dominate all others is shopping – shop ’til you freakin’ drop! In neighboring New Hampshire, where there is no sales tax, villages swell with the sprawl of outlet stores, strip malls, five and dimes, T-shirt emporiums, and all other assortment of purveyors of “stuff”.
While driving through one such town in New Hampshire recently, I was struck by the existence of a store called Mattress Giant. I find it astounding that there is enough of a mattress market that there are stores all over this country – including in rural New Hampshire – that are open for hours each day, selling mattresses. Who are these people who are going out in droves each day and buying mattresses? Of all things! Are people really wearing out their old mattresses quickly enough and in enough numbers that would warrant an entire chain of stores called MATTRESS GIANT?
Is it just me, or this is just plain weird?
December 9, 2008
Is it just me… or is there a fact which is just screaming for attention and everyone’s too afraid to say anything?
We’ve got a failing auto industry begging for money.
Well, largely because people aren’t buying enough new cars.
Because they’re really fucking expensive!
Well, get a car loan. Lots of people have done that.
Can’t do that.
Well, because, really, all the banks overextended themselves to get Americans, whether they deserved the credit or not, into mortgages that many of them couldn’t afford.
Why would they do that?
Well, ostensibly, to appear as if they want to help Americans “live the American dream of home-ownership”. In truth, they’re a bunch of greedy bastards.
So, get a second job to pay for a car.
Can’t do that.
There aren’t enough jobs to go around right now. This country is losing jobs.
BECAUSE THERE ARE TOO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE AND NOT ENOUGH JOBS!
So, what do we do? Start killing people?
No, just live simply, drive a beater, try and keep the job you have, and stop having so many fucking children!
Yes, this is a little bit tongue in cheek, but, of course, there is a little truth in every joke.
November 6, 2008
Well, it looks like we managed to pull off the unthinkable. I wasn’t sure the good ol’ U. S. of A. could do it, but we actually elected a black president. Imagine that.
And I’m happy to say that I got off my NOTA horse long enough to cast my vote for the guy. Because, when I stepped into that booth, what I realized is how much I didn’t want McCain/Palin to win the damned thing.
I even got choked up during his acceptance speech Tuesday night.
I know, I know, I sound like I’m going soft here – I’m not, really. But something about the historical magnitude of this week’s election is really hitting me hard – not quite what I expected from myself. During Obama’s acceptance speech, I really felt myself being inspired and proud to be a citizen of this country, in a very profound way – not in a flag-waving tailgate-party sort of way, but in a deeper sense of connection to an ideal, to a promise of things being better.
I thought McCain’s concession speech was very gracious, even in the face of his supporters booing rather loudly when McCain stated that Obama would, indeed, be our next president and that we should all support him. It was a glimpse of the old McCain, the moderate and distinguished gentlemen that many more of us may have voted for if he hadn’t tried to appeal to the worst imbeciles of the Repug base by choosing the hick Barbie doll demagogue as his running mate.
I fear for Obama, though. Even here in the back-woods blue state of Maine, we’re already seeing racist reactions to his election. Kids like these are probably just repeating what their more insidiously racist parents are saying, and I think the school is right to step in – but I fear that 1st Amendment battles will start springing up everywhere. “Is it not someone’s right to express their racism in a vocal way?” etc. etc. I think we’re going to have to get used to this type of hair-splitting.
But, for now, I have to admit that I am looking forward with eagerness (and a healthy bit of usual skepticism – hey, I wouldn’t be me without it!) to an Obama presidency.
November 2, 2008
Here’s what I heard spoken today between a 14 year old girl and an adult at a public library this morning:
Girl: I’ll be glad when Election Day is over, but I’m really scared.
Girl: I’m really scared about Obama getting elected.
Adult: What’s so scary about that?
Girl: Well, because if he gets to be president, he’ll suspend the Constitution.
I swear on my life I am not making this up.
I had to try so desperately to keep from not only opening my mouth and causing a scene in a public place, but from actually striking this girl in the face.
Of course, I can’t believe that she actually came to this absurd conclusion on her own. She’s obviously just repeating what her parents’ have been saying. But what is crazy is to think that someone actually came UP with this shit. My feelings about Obama aside – how do these bomb-shelter-in-my-backyard wackos actually dream this shit up? Have they lapsed in the war on drugs, partaken of said chemicals, and dreamed of a dystopia where a Democratic president is somehow endowed with a power to do something as Earth-shattering as suspend the fucking Constitution? Obviously these talk-radio junkies didn’t do their homework before they started spreading this kind of bullshit around. Do you have any idea what would actually take to suspend the Constitution? Not only would you have to have all branches of government involved, but there would have to be a mandate sent all the way down and enforced through local law enforcement. These conservative wackos are just grasping at straws because their old fuddy duddy and his Barbie doll running mate are lagging behind in polls and they’ll spread any lies they can just to smear the black guy. (Oh, and I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t give 2 shits about the aunt’s immigration status.)
There’s definitely something in the water at this girl’s house. I just hope the aquifer ain’t too deep.