Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Going to California

Yes, I know it's been raining, but it's going to stop tomorrow, and I'm going to spend eight days in California relaxing and forgetting that I have a job, or school, or any of those bothersome things. I'm turning everything off, not blogging, not going online, no phone, nothing. You know, like people USED to do on vacation. See you when I return.

Monday, February 21, 2005

I hate these people

You know, I'm a moderate guy, an independent, damn proud of it. But I gotta tell you, the people behind the Swift Boat campaign have taken my hatred and raised it. Just answer this question for me, someone, anyone: How in the living hell can you be so cracked out of your everloving mind as to say that the AARP is for gay marraige and against the soldiers?

I support gay marraige, but the country still has a hard time accepting it, and so once again gay-baiting is being used, with the additional caveat that the AARP hates our troops.

For fuck's sake [excuse the language, but my professionalism has been overcome], why do these right-wingnuts find it alright to degrade and humiliate people to win elections or issue debates? They NEVER win on the fucking merits, it's all about sliming the other side, being as vile and nasty as possible, and then standing there like fucking hypocrites and claiming that God is on their side. Yeah, God really loves assholes like you. He has a soft spot in His heart for those who slime, and cheat, and lie, and use Him as a political tool.

I can't take this anymore. How can you trash the AARP? How can you sit there and use the two biggest extremes for most Americans, and feel good about yourselves? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!?! It's nothing more than a temporal power trip, and I hope I'm there to see these people, quite literally, go straight to hell. It is assholes like these people that have been the ruin of civilized discourse between the party.

Hunter S. Thompson

He's dead. Killed himself. I'm stunned, because he seemed just fine. His "Fear and Loathing 2004" for Rolling Stone was wonderful to read, a blast from the past in a sense. Now he's gone, and the world of journalism and bloggers is worse off for it. God rest your soul, Doctor.