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:: Thursday, November 04, 2004 ::

more thoughts

Why the bummed-out face, lil' guy? Do you have the November blues? I'm talking to you there, Grumpy Gus. What's the matter? You're not happy? Why? Bush got re-elected for another term? I know, I know. C'mon now, we can work it out. I can turn any frown upside down, just try me! Look at that frown. I see those little corners turning upwards. There we go, I see a smile starting up, you little fag.

I can't stop thinking about the reality of another four years of Bush. As if I wasn't already spiraling down into a deep state of depression - now this. Some thoughts...

THE WORLD IS A SHITHOLE

Global politics seems to be at a level of crisis we haven't seen since the 30s and 60s, but apparently that's no reason to be all whiny about it. In fact, I've got a quote for you, Captain Fucking Bringdown. It comes from that astute nineteenth-century political scientist, Alexis de Tocqueville, and it goes like this:

"Democracy is slow and sluggish and difficult to move but once the people
collectively set their minds on something, nothing can stop them."

Uh... so what the fuck happened yesterday at the polls, you ask? Well the people did just as m'man Alexis preached. Only 'the people' who collectively set their minds on something was not the rest of a sane America, but rather the pro-Bush conservative Midwest and South. But you thought humans were essentially good, and so good would eventually prevail, right? Wrong. Until yesterday, I thought that even if Iraq does get crushed and thousands of people lose their lives as a result(wait, already happened), people would eventually see that Bush is an asshole and get over the infinite need for a finite resource like oil. So like the rest of a reasonable America, I figured his time in office would soon be up and that all was not irreparable. So I told myself and those not so level-headed around me to just chiiiiill.

The global mess that Bush and his administration had created was like a dirty bedroom. We'd just put on a mix tape and get to it come election time. It's kind of fun getting it all organized anyway. But that's not what happened you say? Well shit, that's life. Things can be pretty fucking gay. For instance, remember that TV commercial for Chili's baby-back ribs, where this yuppie in a Hugo Boss turtleneck is BEATBOXING and saying "barbuhquuue saaawce" in a James Earl Jones voice? You kinda have to admit, it was funny. Just like how democrats in this country are still in shock that Bush was elected - it's kinda funny. How can I laugh at such a serious matter, you ask? Well let's not forget that shitty things, like that Chili's baby-back commercial, are fucking hilarious. I don't know if I'm being ironic or just plain morbid when I enjoy that, but I just don't care anymore. It's like the movie Showgirls - once you realize that bad is good, the world becomes a smorgasbord of fun things to laugh at.

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